StrechA Poem by Nyuthis is a bit from the good parts from my childhood in the countrytumbling into the fence bouncing on the stretch pushing at it with excitement what lies past here? the eyes could see it all but the feet longed for the journey slip into adventure I could wander there for hours getting lost in greens and browns till the sky settles down strip down and jump into the pool of mud shouting to the mountains "hello?" © 2014 NyuAuthor's Note |
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