Landscape: A Poem

Rolling hills and green trees and occasional snow-capped mounds.

The river is mighty and majestic and knows no bounds.

I used to run and play by its edge.

Afraid to swim and steered clear of the ledge.

Spring flowers and changing leaves and winter snow.

Parks along the river and bridges bring cars to and fro.

Henry was his name and Hudson it became known.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s