Just One Claim
Rivers run,
It is fun,
Not reverse.
Like lovers,
Ahead, they
Run – all day,
Murmuring –
Whispering
To sun and
Moon, and land
On their gains
When it rains.
Bemoaning,
Bewailing,
Along, they
Run – their way
Just to see
And to be
With the sea
Feeling free,
Where life ends,
With no bends –
With one name,
And one claim.
Sept. 6, 2020
Threes, Please Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
*Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 6, 2020)
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (4)any form any theme
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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