Change Direction, Please
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The boat slowly turned at an unmarked waterway,
and foliage dropped behind us like a curtain of green;
as we glided between vegetation thick as a screen,
everything was shades of green as civilization fell away.
Thoughts of my altruistic devotion was beginning to sway,
I had come to this wild place unseen;
now I was regretting as I took a drink from my canteen,
the real truth- my deep fear I was trying to downplay . . .
Thousands of sounds and birds were loudly shrieking,
and the dark slimy water held no reflection;
I took a deep gulp- courage and words seeking,
I wanted to proclaim loudly- CHANGE direction, please!
Because, I swear this place is horrible and reeking,
and for jungles it seems I have no affection . . .
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April 5, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/The Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1010-521-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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