A cool Michigan breeze brushes my sanguine cheeks,
Whipped red from the repeated battering.
A walking stick in my hand,
Slender and strong,
The scent of pine sweeps from its pores.
As the frigidity water sweeps across my pale, shaking calves.
I grip the walking stick,
struggling to stay upright.
A forceful current grabbing my legs
With great, strong hands, right out from under me.
I try to resist the pull on my legs,
And the trickery of the slick
Algae covered stones
Working with the current to drag me down.
As the bank gets closer and closer to my frigid bare feet.
My heart rises up and swells with my pride
As I clamber up on the bank
I let out a glorious "whoop".
I let my resilient young heart rest for a moment
And then I set back on the very same path.

Verry interesting. I like the imag it creat.

Although I usually prefer more flowing poetry and ryming, but that is just personal preference.

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yeah I know you do. I think a long long time ago we had a discussion about it. I don't like rhyming because I'm not creative enough and I don't think ahead well enough