Epic Simile Vinny Worsley The freckled poet gripped the branch above with a sturdy hand and began to climb, As a river crashes into rocks with a violent determination, cascading out in all directions, roaming, flailing, bound only by gravity and willpower, When the wicked currentâs fancy forces it to a waterfall, vertical and steep, And the spilling liquid hoists itself over the side and back again to the frothy droplets from which it came, Then surges ahead again, following its own wild, powerful path through the unmapped stream bed, So the poet scaled the tree, with hands rubbed raw from bark and a white-toothed smile painted over freckled cheeks, now slick with joyous exertion.
Waterfall Jamie Lim
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