Crooked Line

Our challenge this week on the Poetry Bus was to write a poem beginning with the line "I am a crooked line." Our challenge for the Saturday Celebration on One Stop Poetry was to write a poem outside of our comfort zone, perhaps of a form we had not written before. Thus, my attempt at a ballad.

I am a crooked line, I am

I follow rivers' flow

I hug the rugged mountains' base

My path carved long ago.

But men they want to alter me

To suit their selfish needs

They fight and kill, the blood they spill

Until the landscape bleeds.

It's neighbor against neighbor

And father against son

And after all the blood has dried

Has anybody won?

I am a crooked line, you see

I am a border line

It's mankind's folly to dispute

What's Nature's own design.

Thank you Lunawitch15!!!

I nominate Rachel at Rhyme Me A Smile for this award!

submitted for Saturday Celebration at One Stop Poetry
and the Poetry Bus, April 7 2011
and lunawitch15's Poetry Clambake

Thanks Luna!

                                                                          
and Smiley Sociology Study #5