The River

The bird was soaring in the cloudy sky

He looked as happy as I felt when my baby brother was born and I cried for joy.

I reached in and touched cute, little squirmy, slimy fish. I was afraid.

It was like when I swam

to the deep end of the pool

The day on the Susquehanna felt grateful

like the fish are grateful to the river for providing them a home.

Along the Susquehanna River with a lesson so glamorous

Colossal river under a crinkled bridge, hazy in my mind, closing my eyes

Walking on clouds pale and puffy, motionless, misty, time to come to reality

Murky clouds, screeching cars

start to rain with a rumble and shake

Inside a church with my peers

Getting taught by a poet who’s very dear

The river, like a turtle

like a waterfall.

It goes fast, it goes slow.

Why won’t the river just set up camp? You use me for travel,

you use me for a cold drink.

Don’t block my path

because one day I will be gone.

The birds need a place to fish, the fish need a place to live.

Please think about the animals that need me.

Don’t block my path

because one day I will be gone.

For us, for you, for water, we need you.

When the clouds grow dark

And water starts to fall, you call it rain. I call it little me

It comes from a lake,  It comes from the sea, and from me, the river.

Don’t block my path

because one day we all will be gone. Think about the animals that need me.

Don’t block my path

because one day I will be gone.

The river is steep and long It makes me smile

It appears to wave at me when I walk by

I see a flowing river from the bridge  It makes me feel like I’m on the edge

I see a flowing river

It makes me feel like I’m riding on a bike.

The river is my dream

I want everybody to see Then we could all go jetski.

The river is my dream.

The sky is high

like birds in the sky

Deep down in the underground The way the children

Fly like the sky

Oh the way the river sounds It is like a cry in the sky

The way it makes me sigh On the other side

The way the river sounds in my eyes

The way the strong wind blows Against the wavy, sweet waters My place to think and have peace The river is graceful and life-giving

The river whispers gently in my ear

The river is long and wide like the hallway in school.

The sky is blue

like my brother’s enormous and shiny race car.

The grass is green

like my sister’s cute little skirt.

The mud is brown

like my mom’s long, beautiful hair.

The boat is red and white

like my dad’s enormous and colorful new car.

The river is beautiful and bright just like me.

Oh dear River, I see you Everyday is like a song through my head that goes on and on

that can never stop

It wakes me up when I’m at rest or if I’m down

It is like a song I love so much Sometimes when I sing

the words flow out of my mouth like the Susquehanna River

The river was dark, deep and wide

The children were loud and noisy But the sound of the river was silent

The cool bird soaring through the sky with a sharp eye on the cute little fish

The river flows on and on And on.

The river is dark Deep, fat and fancy

Come and dance along

It’s finished, it goes to sleep, It snores along,

And shivers in its sleep Come along

The light bounces off As it shimmers along

Have you ever heard of leaves? Well they don’t have fleas.

Leaves are wispy, crispy and wide. They are shallow and wired

But don’t have a beard.

They are long and light But never afright.

That reddish color Is so spotless.

They are dull

And shaped like a ball.

But never hurtful because They are fearful.

But one day there is a storm. And all of the leaves,

wispy, curly and crispy.

Fell down the Susquehanna River For a joyride.

Did you ever wonder how beautiful flowers bloom

Or how the night sky lights up when there is a full   

Moon.

Wolfs and bunny rabbits who seem to be the best they interrupt the peace that lies in the harrisburg nest.

Valleys, rivers, and streams mmm…… all of nature’s wonders. Water rises as a lightning rod strikes down with one hundred percent thunder.

Martin luther king, nelson mandela, and frederick douglas are all of mankind's leaders, seconds, minutes, years, and hours getting faster by the meter.

1..2..3..100 years have passed. All the jamed up memories stuck in statues that are meant to last.

Soldiers take their positions and prepare to go to war. Others stand guard and are ready for some more.

Indians fight like viking with knifes, arrows, and shields. As the struggle rages on the indians reject to yield.

The flag, the integrity, and dignity of those who have lost their lives. While others are having a jolly good, and others, the bridge, the city, and the island still hoping to survive.

The river is alive filled with joy, happiness, and cheer. The excitement on my tongue of knowing what will happen in another one hundred years.

Will there be new land or another island.or will there be a new discovery like water beneath the sand.

The feeling of unsteadiness while walking a old bridge. ‘’Ouch’’ poison ivy, i’m saying while i itch

Nature, beauty, if you are willing to see. Or maybe something impressive, there are so many possibilities.