Author Jonathan Chaves White waters twist and turn among crumbling embankments; far beyond the forest can be heard an evening rooster. For my quiet walks, I rarely go east of where I live, because there are green mountains west of my house. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments