Song of a River

I wrote this while hopping frieght trains threw Utah. We where in Ogden sitting next to this creek that was digustingly poluted. It saddened me. So I cried out this poem.

River river sing to me

all the things that used to be

when you gave life to all around

now you are polluted tinted brown.

No longer do fish swim or beavers build

for the greed of man has had you filled

to the brim with waste and trash

to fill their pockets full with cash.

If this continues one day we will know

and end of all rivers that flow.

Reviews

[willbradley]

Wow, I wish more people thought like this. Well written, and poignant.