The river song
The river song sweetly sings, sauntering, with no point; gurgling in the moment of every rippling ripple.
Thus pushing on, taking with him, waifs and strays, causalities succumbed to autumn winds and harsh downpours.
His grassy banks writhing with awakening plants, and creatures of the night; the Northern star, and moon, has yet to fade. An air so fresh, each lung smiles, breathes freely, lifting their host, light as a feather on the breeze.
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Wow Robert that’s beautiful !! I really loved that…
Wow Robert, I entirely agree with mod – it’s really beautiful and uplifting. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Bob you have a definate gift of expresing yourself in the most poetic way when you write. Thank you for sharing that poem with us.
Bob loved this poem and thanks for sharing it with us.
Oh, thank you so much for your kind comments.
BOB, So beautifully written I could feel the rivers journey. Fabulous you are very good