Best Poem of R. K. Hart

River Girl
I was walking by the river one day,
When I saw a young girl throw something away.
She removed it from her hand,
Then with her foot stamped it into snow white sand.

I stood little chance curiosity got the best me,
And I was driven to go see.
What was it she removed from her hand?
A little sifting . . .
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Finding My Love
She might be the one, who stands outside theatre grand,
Waiting for the wealthy with ribboned violets in hand.
Her clothes hand me downs from a mother long gone,
She may be the one to raise my heart to sing its song.

She could be found by rushing stream pounding clothes on washing rocks,
Or scaling fish . . .
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