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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Poem 281: Down to the River

Down to the river
buckets of sand
castles to build
bodies to tan
Down to the river
arm fulls of wood
music to play
hot dogs to cook
Down to the river
baskets of clothes
socks to be cleaned
stains to be soaked
Down to the river
hearts full of prayers
Bibles to read
songs to be heard
Down to the river
bags stuffed with treats
blankets to spread
picnics to eat
Down to the river
now full of folks
enjoying the quiet
amongst all the noise


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