A Thursday wandering;
through the fields and onto the bridge,
Where leaping waters frothed and bubbled and burst,
And through the hushed din of their insistent roving,
I saw a dog caught up in the current,
A tangled Labrador, A pitiable mop,
who whirled and sank in the endless wash.
A child cried, even when lost he returned to the bank,
Heaving his sodden mass through the sprawling turf,
Where now I stood alone
as the waters echoed over the sluice,
Their silken touch, rough as dry old hands,
Pacing, pushing, as if nothing had happened.
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Heather Davey
I still think it's good!
Mon Jul 28 08:34:04 2008
Simon from Dublin, Ireland
Carly, you are very talented. I look forward to reading more of your Poems.
Mon Jan 21 08:37:00 2008
Andrew Butler, Kent
Is there no end to Carly's talents?!
Mon May 21 15:31:51 2007
Clive from Lampeter
Excellent poem. Carly should definitely post more poems on here.
Thu Apr 12 16:51:15 2007
Suey from Lincoln
This shows great promise. Perhaps Carly could put more on the website for all to enjoy.
Sun Jan 28 15:43:05 2007
Seth from austin
I have a great way with words
the poem is beautiful
Fri Dec 1 09:28:08 2006
Brian Sharman from Bury St Edmunds.
Good, visual story - easy to grasp.
Sun Dec 4 13:30:19 2005
Heather Davey from Southampton
I think this is an excellent poem - Carly should write some more.
Fri Sep 16 14:47:20 2005
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