There he sat,
A man of many years,
Sitting quietly by My River,
Looking around
At the natural world
That surrounded him.
He would pause,
And a smile came upon his face.
I wonder what he was thinking?
Was he thinking of a happy time
Back in his long life,
Or was he smiling
On the joy of nature,
As it unfolded around him.
A look of sadness was seen,
Some memory of times gone by.
The smile returned,
And a look of contentment
Pervaded his face and his body.
As I looked at the old man once more
I recognised him.
That old man,
Was me.