Ripples leave their
Imprints on a soft and sandy rise,
Vines are dipping fingers while the
Evening winks her eyes;
Resting crimson ribbons round the river’s dusty sides.
The River Goes to Sleep is an acrostic poem, a fancy word for a fun idea. To make an acrostic poem you must start each line with the letter of a word or topic. In my poem I chose the word RIVER.
Maybe you could use your name? Each line could be something about you; your hobbies, favourite foods, pets, things you like or dislike? Try it! And have fun.