first poem written in poetry class
there is a slow river in the direction of you feet as you lay on your back on this hot steamy day. the river flows on. in front of you is the relaxation of sky blue, the color only able to be captured out of its element by a crayon. you feel the comfort of a close partner to your side and the chilling feeling of loss behind you in the earth. you are accepting you surroundings and you are content.