this place i call earth

i think id like to die here

in this very spot

sun shineing on my face

wind at my back

whisteling trough the almost baren trees

suspended on this rickety bridge

where the water rushes

and the crickets chirp

yes i think id like to die here

have these be the last sights i see

have this be my last memory

of this place i call earth

Reviews

[melissa]

Awesome poem