Poems from travistcs
The wind blows
The trees sway
The river flows
Heading southwest towards Santa Fe
The canoes themselves are made of wood
The native guide...
I place pill after pill on my tongue
And swallow them one by one.
They leave a bitter taste
But all I can think of is how I am a waste
To...
I watch the news and see nothing but pain.
Murderers and rapists are all abound.
Criminals stealing from others for gain
And many more...