Nick Rause

Dr. DiSanti
History of Jazz
22 September 2020

Blues Poem
Hiking Blues by Nick Rause
There are leaves on the trees, in the color of yellow
There are leaves on the trees, in the color of yellow
The air is cool, and the feelin’ is mellow

The smell is crisp, and the view is foggy

The smell is crisp, and the view is foggy
I am walking in the forest, with my doggy

Social Injustice Poem

The Shiny Water 

There was a place called Hinkley with shiny water,

The town was small and dinky, and every day it got hotter.
Children and animals playing in the yard, 
The landscape looked like it was from a postcard. 

There was only one flaw in this one-horse town,

A problem that would make even the jolliest frown. 
One day, a little child and their friends got sick, 
Was there something wrong with the PG&E crick?

A mother had lost her baby, 

There was a new person suffering, almost daily.  
The citizens were kept from knowing, 
Cancer spread as the shiny water kept flowing.