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Bernard Gieske, US

 

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Gutter Kids

 

We rode the black clouds
and thunder bolts with glee
as the rivers were born anew
frantic rain drops stampeding


the gutters to flee
pirating ghost ships of any breed
baring our feet we stormed the street
racing along with the river crafts


shooting the rapids from
launching pad to river’s edge
picnicking on a rainy day
three happy gutter kids

 

 

 

childwriter's sketchbook, May / June 30, 2011 ~ Vol. 4, No. 3

 

 

 

 

 


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