The river is my home.

She bends like a cattail in the wind, yet she stands firm.

Her smile points to the sun, but she still shines brighter.

Her laugh floats like a lilypad on the river.

She is me when I'm home on the river.

This poem is about: 
Me

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tschn540

I love fishing and the river.

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