Author Lula Lowe Weeden It was running down to the great Atlantic. I called it back to me, But it slyly looked and said, “I have not time to waste,” And just went arunning running on. 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