Poem 02- Riverfront

I thought it might be fun to publish some of the poetry I worked on last year during school. None of this has been seen before, all of it is original, some of it I am proud of. This one is untitled.

a Gate that always stays open

Trees that stay put and leaves that

change with the seasons

A downhill road that I have traveled before

with friends with lovers with family

the Bridge creaks and crones as I step across it t

he winding Path ahead that takes me exactly where I need to be

When I finish

the Bridge cries out once more upon my exit

the Road is now steep and tiresome the leaves have all fallen

and the Gate stays open