River Thinking
By kate emily
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They're digging up the river bank;
a big orange CAT
purrs, stretches a mechanical paw
clawing at the earth, they say
it's to stop the floods
but the willows look depressed,
hiding their branches behind
a hang of leaves,
someone should tell them
they're beautiful, like the old
iron gate, that's shed its green paint
and moans a rusty kiss as I pass
instead of using the path
that bends, a new insult around it.
I prefer the mud tracks
but they've thrown down gravel;
uncomfortable stones
poking through the soles
of my shoes - I want to be
like the river, lipping over
obstacles. Instead I'll use a toe
to kick the bigger rocks away
and walk where they've left
the grasses to grow long
and adopt poppies, buttercups, Queen Anne's lace.
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Personal preference on how
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It is and a bloody good one!
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Excellent. I liked this line
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Yep, I agree with all that's
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This is our Facebook and
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ditto scozen, the 'and moans
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This is a wonderful piece of
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I came to this as a result
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Good job. Enter the
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This is an excellent poem,
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Gorgeous - like how you've
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