Sonnet: Jamison Creek
Stepping over the rocky shore
Until I reach the icy flow
This could be a hard chore
Twisting rocks down below
In the water panning gold
Skipping rocks down the creek
This is more fun than was told
Water hurts, I clench my teeth
A stray log sails past me
A stone thrown gets me wet
This water is clear for me to see
All the sand and debris collect
The sun is setting in the sky low
I left nothing but footprints to show
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California
Ποίηση10 poems that I've written about my recent trip to the Golden Gate State.
