Found Poetry 968

3/6/22

you can taste the trash in the water
from the old well
bricks, bucket, and rope
it looks clean though
we always seem to know better
but indulge when we're thirsty

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

Please anonymously VOTE on the content you have just read:

Like:
Dislike:



For poetry, I recommend:


Please show me a randomly selected poem