Kelli White Poet Ballad

Old Wooden Boat

Down the river I flow 
In a rocky old wooden boat
Followed by a crow or two
Looking for crumbs I set afloat

Trying to catch a fish or two
In a rocky old wooden boat
Belly’s growling ain’t eaten 
In many a day dry is the throat

Jugs just about bone dry
In a rocky old wooden boat
Rest of the world flows by
Is anybody there cast me a coat

Suns beaten down skins getting dry
In a rocky old wooden boat
Mirages coming faster buzzards on high
No one to save me in this forsaken moat.

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John Gondolf May 18, 2021 at 4:56 AM Sometimes in life we feel like we are in an old rickety wooden boat but hopefully there will always be someone to toss us a lifeline. Hope your second shot had a better reaction. John Kelli White May 26, 2021 at 11:03 AM Thank you John. One never knows.

Milton Robertson May 15, 2021 at 11:03 AM Good one. Hope your boat stay afloat and you come out of that forsaken moat. Kelli White May 26, 2021 at 11:04 AM Thank you Milton. So do I before the vultures pluck my eyes. Lol

Silent One April 6, 2021 at 1:40 PM This is so deeply emotive...hope you are well Kelli White April 6, 2021 at 4:49 PM Good to hear from you SO. This is my reaction to my first covid19 vacine. Hallucinations of madness, like rocking in a boat, unquenchable thirst. Lol. Kelli