Like old Huck Finn
I dive on in
The muddy water so cool
Better then the clearest pool
Going where the current leads
Never worrying about my needs
Just floating down the river calm
Gently carressing the water with my palm
Shady trees and slippery banks
Rafting away on driftwood planks
Not a care in the world, only sun on my back
Never having to trace my track
The sun begins to set
As my clothes lose the last feeling of wet
Tiny lanterns begin to alight
Glowing fireflies in thier evening flight
The sound of a croaking frog
Can be heard behind many a log
To this seranade I begin to doze
Where I wake up,only heaven knows
A contest entry
- Write What you feel... by Tirrell.
450 points, ended April 9, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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Nice bit of aliteration, and metaphor, I like the imagry nice efforts here thank you for entering!
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