Once more I reach My River,
There to greet me are my friends.
The swans so serene
As they sail quietly through the water,
Old friends are there,
New ones still to be known,
Their life continuing,
Expanding in nature’s wonder.
The geese greet me noisily
Like a long lost friend
Returning from a journey,
They paddle among the gulls
Interspersed by the ducks.
I move further along my path
Away from my friends
To be a one with My River,
Its silent sound speaking to me
In ways that others do not hear.
The leaves fall from the trees
Creating a carpet of reds and yellows
Which soften my footsteps.
As I walk further by My River
I stop and pause,
Pause to look across the water
And see where my friend lays,
Lays in his peaceful sleep,
I can see him walking with Hardy
As they transverse heavens paths
Creating ever more poems
To their absolute delight.
I move on once more,
Becoming ever more at one
With My River,
With My River and My Spirit.
I turn to return
And there across the water
Standing upright and proud
I see a heron,
We stare at each other.
It leaves the ground
And flies majestically over my head,
Once more we look into each others eyes,
And I know that I will meet it again
As My Spirit with My River,
Will follow it to eternity.