Fifth Grade Sailors

Fifth Grade Sailors short poem

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The river only ran in the rain
but being in Seattle that was often

this was back before being wet
was a hardship, there being no style

we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas
not even boots just wet feet, running noses

there was an unmatched excitement
in that city block, our old brick school stood watch

as we sailed anything that would float
paper scraps, leaves, strips of bark

thirsty for an uninterrupted journey
past the kindling shoals and cobblestone eddies

through yard-long lakes of rainbow oil slime
the tumult of unpacked asphalt rapids

all of us sailors clamoring for a pure run
so we could all be winners as our vessels

faced the inevitable midnight of the sewer grate
a hungry mouth only laughter could defeat

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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My memories of childhood were refreshed when I read this poem…Awesome:)



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