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MY POEM JULY 14, 2003
after the rain
the swollen river
pamper our sights and ears;
the fishes splash,
the river rushes,
the cold breeze
blows against
the willows,
stirring
an endearing
rustling sound.
the river becomes
a slide for a
breakaway solitary
water lily that glides
to a new habitat.
an empty corked
plastic bottle floats
effortless
like a well-trained ballet dancer
out to sea.
a patch of watercresses,
swarm along
some bidding goodbye to the rest
caught among the branches,
sand and mud.
nearby a group of boys
in jovial mood
try their luck
with their hooks
sharing jokes about
which will be the lucky hook
to get the first catch
and who will eat the
unlucky fish.
the wind ruffles
their lovely hair.
