The Riverbank Poem by Stephen Nephetson
The Riverbank
I sat by the riverbank
to dine on my crisps
watching toadstools
and blue bells
and willo'the wisps
across the river
stood an old oak Tree
It's beauty remarkable
beyond degree
but soon came a farmer
axe in hand
screaming HEY TREE
GET OFF MY LAND
His face bright red
spitting foam in rage
he wielded his axe
like a man half his age
he hacked and slashed
and yelled in tears
wasting his voice as a tree
has no ears
when all was over
and the tree was dead
I packed up my crisp poke
and went home to bed
he hacked and slashed and yelled in tears wasting his voice as a tree has no ears.... the tree was dead. i went home to bed...... very good poem. emotions of rage, questioning, destruction..... and the poet watching it all...... tha nkyou for this poem full of emotion and thinking. tony
Narration of the river, the oak tree and the rage of the farmer who ultimately axed the old tree are remarkable and made the poem touching. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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Really an interesting narrative written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.