![]() Trip at the RiverA Poem by Jessica L AusterI sat at the river, Minding my own, When a little man And his child I saw Floating along.
Their boat was small, But the winds sure weren't, The boat tipped and sank, Now their death had occured, The little man and his child were sent above. © 2008 Jessica L AusterReviews
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