Georgia RiverA Poem by Picture of PoetryI can see the running water in the river and the colourful fish who live in it. The faint sound of Blue Jays, Robins, Ravens, and Woodpeckers fills the air. I lean against an old tree, and I can feel the roughness of the brown bark on my back. I dip my small feet into the ice cold water, and it rapidly sends chills up my spine. The warm spring air begins to blow, and to warm me up, but hte smiling face in the sky does a better job. The small rays pop through the open areas in the woods, and warms my face nad arms. As I look across the river, I see a doe drinking from it. My heart glows with love, and the once faint smile, upon my tine and pale face, grow rapidly into a larger and mroe dramatic one. I walk down along the river bank, and I sit on a slimy moss covered rock, and an old and fathful oak tree. I shove my feet into the cold and gushy mudd, and I can feel the suction all over my feet. I look around and I can see some large nad small turtles gliding down the river. Amazing what lies in nad around a Georgia River.
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4 Reviews Added on April 18, 2008 Last Updated on May 13, 2008 AuthorPicture of PoetryAtlanta,, GAAboutMy name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..Writing
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