Concerning Humans - A Poem by Beck
Concerning Humans: Ever flowing is the pen, Pouring one's heart onto the page Like water down a mountainside. Then the rivers pens have made, Form rapids, ponds, lakes, And oceans, from a simple swipe. In each pen stroke lies a story, A trial, a journey, a quest From mountaintop to riverbed, From A to B through a canyon, To find a seat at the base of a tree And pause. Each stroke of ink, a gust of wind That conjures the waves we ride to shore For dri… Read more