You thought it would be easy,
ignoring all the hallows
crossing the river as you did
safe (so you thought) , in the shallows
the water was cool and slow
as you dipped your toes in fast
but as you crossed to the the other side
you found yourself aghast
For the soft brown mud, at the bottom of the bank
your feet were stuck, and quick it sank
for round your feet, the mud it wrapped
and for now, your feet were trapped
Lovely poem
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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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