Thursday, July 29, 2010

My poem creation


Silent River

Flowing forever like wind flowing through trees,
the river has no words, the river has no voice.
Rocks try to stop it, people may pollute it
But the river stays strong and a lake it partakes.
The winter comes and stops the lake
No one hears its cries
Let the lake be free let it grow into a waterfall
So it can once again be a river


Written by: Bradley Eccles

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