Travelogue

There's this thing. And you have it. So it's your thing. I guess.

Travelogue

© 2010 Mark Pearce

 

 

              There be a rusty river

            running through my town.

 

            It turns the sandy beaches

            to a rusty brown.

 

            It scrapes the piers and pylons

            with an awful sound.

 

            This rolling rusty river

            where the minnows drown.

Author's Note

There is something to be said for this.

Reviews

[Doctor JKC]

Sounds likes what's feed into the cerebral cortex.
Although I live in a city of filth, NYC, great
artists stay close to town in these days and have
left this place as a hazard.
Dr. Callaghan

[cest la vie]

I read more than a rusty river in this piece. I may be wrong.
It is lyrical almost. Simple, excellent rhymes. Enjoyed this quite a bit.
Yes, very nice poem..

[Dylan Patrick]

Love the poem; the rhythm and rhyme, the subject matter. A well written one. Where the minnows drown, interesting to think of a fish drowning, but then again, it's a rusty river. It was fun to read.