I Lay My Head Down
On my pillow of sand
and let the water
wash over my body
Sometimes, sun will shine over my face
but today it hides behind the clouds,
polluted and gray,
just like the lake whose shores
i rest upon-
a gift from god
destroyed and taken advantage of
by man
i breathe in the dirty air.
those of us who live
near the factories
that fuel america's economy
call it "fresh air"
sometimes i wonder
how i can take such pleasure
in lying on a beach of this lake,
possibly one of the dirtiest lakes
in existence
in a world where all living things
and even non-living things
are abused constantly
i think i appreciate this beach
because even though it has been bruised,
it's still beautiful
A contest entry
- What Inspires You? by honorable mention.
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lake michigan
Comments
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Let me stand and applaud you for this very profound piece!!! Wonderful job and best of luck in the contest
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in a world where all living things
and even non-living things
are abused constantly
i think i appreciate this beach
because even though it has been bruised,
it's still beautiful
You're right, a lot of things like that
are abused but still beautiful.
Rain forests for one, but I don't know
if that counts.
I really enjoy reading your poems.
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Lovely Whit.
This is beautiful.
I always liked the feeling of laying in sand,
and having the sun brush your face.
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