Once more I was with her,
Walking by her side,
My River.
She rushed passed,
In such a hurry
That the water was brown,
Mud laden with the earth.
The earth that had come down,
Come down from the waters,
The waters that had soaked our world.
As I walked her path I looked,
Looked all around.
The grass in the fields,
The fields by her side was so green,
So green and so long.
There were pools over the land,
Pools where birds gathered
In conversation with themselves.
I kept walking and peace came to me.
In my sad times I needed to be here,
To be walking with My River.
As I looked I became aware
Aware of another sadness,
As all along My River I saw plastic,
Plastic caught in the trees and bushes,
The beauty of Nature defiled.
But I could look passed this
And still see the beauty,
The beauty of Nature’s art,
That had been created,
Created for me.
So I walked on,
As I will do one day forever,
To the place where My River,
My River and My Spirit meet.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The first time I have walked with My River for many months.
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A lovely write Gold. Welly boots needed? I may plan some walks keeping to pavements. We have a Lake not too far away, paths are reasonable in wet weather.
It was certainly a bootee day but well worth it.
And may it always flow.
Thank you Michael, it will.
Hello Goldfinch60,
An atmospheric, awesome, beautiful write!
May the river be blessed in the New Year to come!
Keep writing FineB
Thank you FineB, i am sure it will be.
Walking along the river, so peaceful, so beautiful.
So it is mandm, so it is.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8jDXfybjco
Wonderful.
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