Water flowing downward from the hilltop
Meandering through gullies and the fell
Even bigger mountains for the backdrop
Where it really starts so hard to tell
Reaching a low cliff it becomes airborne
And plunges to the pool not far below
Down there in amongst the thriving buckhorn
Where fish live in the depths and lesser flow
Colours dance in spray that rises swirling
And wetting all the plants for yards around
Then duck and dive, and begin the twirling
Accompanied by crashing water sound
The strength of nature has me in its hold
A power that has been since time untold
January 31 2020
I am struggling a bit here, totally new to me. If I did not get it, so be it. I would like a hint where I went wrong
Mayor Jack Howard would be,
Highly upset if he could see,
How terrible Monroe came to be.
This wasn't his dream.
He would probably scream.
This place hasn't grown.
This place is so unknown.
He wanted the city limits ,
To spread toward Buckhorn Bend,
But the city has a downsizing trend.
He wouldn't be pleased,
To know that the economy,
Is not at ease. This place,
Has a flesh eating bacteria,
Or some type of chronic disease.
Mayor Jack Howard would be,
Highly upset if he could see,
How terrible Monroe came to be.
12-5-10
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