The Road
Its seven am when i place my feet
on the cold and stringy lawn
the air is crisp
as the birds to whisp
across the skies of dawn
Its seven am when I tread the hill
down to the lone riverbed
its banks are silt
as cattails wilt
their soaked (once swollen) heads
Its seven am when i sit on the bank
and peek into a river of glass
and watch as fishes
as fleeting as wishes
swim in silver and brass
Its seven am when i spy a loon
lazily turning his head
and as fast as a flash
with a dive and a splash
the bird was happily fed

WRONG TITLE!! VERY SORRY!! REAL TITLE: SEVEN A.M
The real title for the poem is supposed to
be "Seven A.M", and not "The Road". I am
sorry for making this mistake, and i hope it
doesn't take away from the poem.