The RiverA Poem by SharrumkinAn underground river flows to the sea
The River
Deep in darkness beneath the city, Water trickles from a rock Squeezed by banks of stone and steel The river flows beneath us No star or sun to light its way. Where rivulets had once swelled its course now came offerings from sinks and sewers Where white-tailed deer had once nibbled grass Scurry the claws of rats. Where sun kissed children once played Stone walls rise. Only at the end does it surge through an iron grill into the gray light Mingling with the dirty waters of the harbour The river leaps into the light Only to be lost in the depth of the sea.
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StatsAuthorSharrumkinKingston, Ontario, CanadaAboutRetired teacher. Spent many years working and living in Africa and in Asia. more..Writing
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