Floating on the timeless seas
Subject to such histories
Pushing onwards as the waves go by
The water her home; the lake is her sky
Though now steadfast to the docks she clings
Her spirit lives; her voice still sings
Each passenger having stories told
Soaked into her wood of old
A once lonely city bursting at the seams
Found her voice upon a boat of dreams
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Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
