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Found Poetry 1,026

5/1/22

describe it to me
I will try
shore of a musty stream
shells strewn
water swallows the west coast sun
fish swim near the old docks
we find fossil bones in a rock
grandmother calls us back
walking through a spider's web attached between branches

I still feel this memory on me, like the web
the fish have to keep swimming
and grandmother cooking
because the river stopped flowing

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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