The River Sings
The rolling rapids,
the dancing fish.
All a part of the river's never ending song.
The water falling,
every waterfall.
All a part of the river's never ending song.
As the day closes,
the song continues happily.
And so, the river sings.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Mountain Cries | 1 | 09/07/2009 |
| soft as a cloud | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| With You | 1 | 06/12/2009 |
| Fear | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| The River Sings | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Sitting By a Tree | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Band of Thunder | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| cute as a kitten, mean as a lion. | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| Time | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| the cloud hanging over me | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| Over it | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
| He Left Me Alone | 3 | 04/23/2009 |
| an ode to my friend lacey: | 2 | 04/23/2009 |
| My own Paradise (i left) | 3 | 04/16/2009 |
| my journey | 1 | 04/16/2009 |
| Lonelyness | 1 | 04/16/2009 |
| Thunder | 0 | 04/16/2009 |
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