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My favorite place to write
On a warm clear summer night,
Is by the ocean shore
While the waves scream out for more,
The stars signal there plea
As the wind quietly whispers to me,
The sand between my toes,
Inspiring my words to simply flow,
The imprints of people from the day
Sit sculpted around where I lay,
The lights from far out beams,
Reflect on puddles
That have become silent streams,
Brushing against my thighs
As the time seems to pass me by
Aquatic life is heard by a distance splash,
Suddenly I am soaked by a liquid crash,
All is saturated except my notepad
This ritual has become my new fad,
I hang myself out to dry on the old boardwalk
I listen as people walk by having there late night talks
I watch the sky as pigeons fly
communicating with a cry
Inspired by creation,
The water my sensation.
By: Sabina Nicole
Cuyahoga
Slow moving tepid pools
Fish leap to catch their meals
Birds dive to catch the fish
Rapids filled with children flow down river
White water where people play
Rocks the size of small buildings line your shore
Caves and caverns echo your heartbeat
They look down into a valley millions of years old
The floor of an ocean that covered the world
Ancient natives worshipped your power
Praying to you for what you could provide
Their homes can still be seen in the cliffs
Below homes made of wood, brick and glass
Drawings of the deer who drank on your shore
Char of fires that cooked the food you provided still marks the ceilings
Those ancient peoples are long gone
People still ply your water
Some for relaxation
Some for sport
Others, pairs of people float your currents to find love
It is not your beauty
It is not your history that you will be known by
You will be eternally known by what man has done to you
His poisons gave you your name
You will be known only as the river whose waters caught fire
Until someone, anyone remembers what you have to offer
I see these things some people don't see
Why they don't stop to look is beyond me
Because they are so beautiful to the eye
It can almost make me cry
A child's smile while they play
A sun rising to begin a new day
The sun that sets in the west
To let us know soon will be time to rest
The calm and sometimes soothing breeze
That finds it's way through the trees
The birds that soar to an all-time high
Against the pale white clouds upon the sky
The flowers that open and begin to bloom
Their scent that brightens up any room
I also see people walking on a busy sidewalk
You say hello but they don't want to talk
I don't understand why they refuse to smile
No they don't see it when all the while
Mother Nature is putting on a spectacular show
Where you can find her is where I want to go.
Written in 1989
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Her name was Katrina, her vegeance was wide,
hundreds of people had no where to hide.
Her hurricane winds battered the coast,
distroying what people loved the most.
Security was taken, in the blink of an eye,
leaving people helpless, many would die.
Inadequate levees broke, all was not well,
New Orleans became a living hell.
Racing water rose ever so quick,
it took the healthy and the sick.
On rooftops, where people layed,
rescue was the word our nation prayed.
Some people found it hare to defend,
slow acting officials, on whom we depend.
So many people with no where to go.
Many without possessions to show.
Hearts were opened, everyone cared,
clothes, money, and time were shared.
No one will ever forget Katrina's rath,
the day she ran her distructive path.
I wrote this 4yrs ago today in memory of
all the people who parished.