Water: A Triolet Poem

Water never looked the same to April
After her family trip to the beach,
No longer was it calm and graceful.
Water never looked the same to April.
It was rough and choppy and hateful,
A haven she could no longer reach.
Water never looked the same to April
After her family trip to the beach.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

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