Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Free Verse Poetry

Wetlands.

A land once teeming with
adventure
and life
with towering trees
 and buzzing bees
the memory of sounds emerge.

The winding creek that roared with curiosity
now quietly trickles as it has been discovered

The gold stalks that scraped the sky
now wallow and bow at their roots

Due to the wave of change.

1 comment:

  1. I like this, the wetlands has changed. I like the like: the memory of sounds emerge

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