Writing 201 Poetry Day One

The Flood Wall

Muddy my river
At the bottom of my yard
Until the flood came
Now we got nothin’ but shots
Line up for government cheese

I ran on its banks
Until they put up the wall
Too wild now to go

Dad grew tomatoes
Tacked the vine up to the wall
Police would fly by
They thought he was growing pot
Only giant tomatoes

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