The River is nigh

It came upon a Winters Day

perhaps from whom it came

who knows

the River  Cherwell flowing by

and on the banks

those seeing

Cry

maybe it’s a corporate sin

fly tipping

 

its the biggest bin

of shit plastic industrial

sighting the contempt of it

and scum

curling lips and snarling breath

the despicable the meanest

an imminent death.

with  the quietest hum

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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