Green River Poems - Poems about Green River

Somebody said that in Wyoming That a body could recover from The N.Y. blues that leave your soul so dry I bid farewell to Montauk And the sadness in her eyes Knowing somehow that I never Would return. Now the skies over Green River Somehow are not that different And the losing end remains the losing end. Some days I'd trade my highway shoes For a key...

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Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. Rachel Carson Earth shows off it's evergreen trees, a home to the yellow bumble bees. In the winter there can be a deep freeze, with a cold breeze. The birds are sitting as close as fleas, saying warm up please. Warmer weather...

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She is a deep feet She has beaten to drown many she feeds Her face is a black green ...

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And I watched the green river, the ageless river that does not have to justify its existence but just flows, and I called: Green river, speak to me. Green river, teach me to turn obstacles into song. Green river, ...

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mississippi beneath live oaks on east bank thousands of frogs sing their songs in unison my heart keeps time...

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Once upon a time, the beautiful blue river loved a strong green tree; The green tree lived amid the wet blue river; After decades, the river dried up; leaving not even a drop of love; And the green tree too uprooted without even a leaf of life ! The blue river was my beautiful Mother ! My handsome father was the...

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She slips from the sleeping ice. Green, fresh, free to flow through the great fjord. Past the blue mountains. She glides smoothly over the rocks with glee, covering them with her cool touch. Tall evergreens cheer her on. Waving as she courses down her chosen path, carrying life. All the while never tiring! Surging forward to join the others like her. This vast journey , will not...

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To remember rightly Many years gone before I visited the country where I spent my childhood. Flat landscape with green grass and many horses, some of them huge and belonged to an occupying army. A river cut the landscape in half and wooden bridges. It is tricky to remember infancy because it often appears like...

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The river lazily ran through the lovely pasture scene. Poets wrote their pretty poems about the river’s charms, Carrying its living water, reflecting purest green As lovers sat upon its banks, locked in each other's arms. Way back in nineteen Eighty Two, idly pleasure boating, He chanced on unexpected sight of homicidal death. This man discovered horror beneath the surface floating, So...

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I strolled along the river bank, in shade of woodland tree’s Fragrant wild flower scent, was hanging in the breeze There in amongst the colours, of every green you’ve ever seen I came across a waterfall, in the mid drift stream Sunlight played in the waterfall, a glory to behold Shining in its crystals, turning them to gold Then...

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Silent is the stand, gentle is the gaze The view of the meadow is grand, in oh so very many ways The person looks on, all is as it was Gentle and green grass, dancing every day Resplendent river of rich mass, safariing without a stay Soothing sun’s soft seal, seeding spirit so Hearty and...

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From politics to humanities tricks, out cries continues to pour in on a candles wick. bringing upcoming havoc to the new generation known as Rick, Connie, Nick, patrick and Vick. too young to understand that devastation and complication is on the rise in the masterminds mind. Always seeking with not a care to whom one can compromise. leading the weak to the blind. Leaving valuable measurements behind. no matter what...

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