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| I Am A River © by Chris Motte |
| I am a river. My arms stretch So very far. Like a snail I sluggishly move. Sometimes, however, I move rapidly like a herd on the move. I am like the Nashawa, clean and handsome. A young river, Always active. I make sounds like animals being thrown against giant boulders. I slash away at the land Like a huge Raptor claw. I am the river. Originally published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's |
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