Well, in this latest assignment, I was to write something about a public place and eliminate all the adverbs! That is often hard to do but I tried. I don’t believe I succeeded in eliminating all of them but you can let me know what you think. So here is my latest poem for you to enjoy and I hope it puts a smile on your face.
Along the River Trail
The other day, a friend and I together
Determined to stroll along the Minnesota River.
We started by the old town depot
Where the steamboats used to come and go.
But today double rail tracks remain
For the passing freight and cargo trains.
It was a warm and beautiful day
With the water glistening beneath the sun’s rays.
We walked along a narrow paved road
somewhat eroded from the last flood
The grayish flood wall on our right
Kept the city out of sight
While the flowing river remained
Stationed on our left side.
That is until we turned around
To return where we started from.
Below the cement trail galore
Stretched out a long and rocky shore.
The water flowed along in a gentle current
Propelled by a soft and blowing wind.
As we walked along together
Enjoying the sunshine and warm weather,
A Canadian goose stepped along the stones
But lo, we found he was not alone.
For another meandering goose appeared nearby
And together they slipped into the water’s side.
They glided past us in gentle and quiet company
Until a roaring motorboat disrupted their peaceful journey.
While one fowl sprang and soared south the other flew north
And only one circled around returning to the rocky shore.
He glided into the water swimming near the stones;
Peacefulness had returned but now he was alone.
My heart twitched and ached at this sight
To see this lone creature taking silent and solitary flight.
We continued to stroll along the Minnesota River Trail
Being met by other walkers with a dog and his wagging tail.
Soon my friend and I returned to where we started from;
It was time to go home and for this journey to be done.
So we left the old brick depot; a century aged place
Where time once was slower and life not such an urban race.
But what a splendid day we had decided to share
Blessed with hope and the fragrance of spring in the air.