I arrived at My River
And there it was,
As smooth as glass,
Not a ripple to be seen.
I walked beside it
Looking across
The silent surface,
A fish rose
And ripples circled
Until they too expanded,
Expanded into extinction,
Leaving My River as a mirror.
A gentle breeze touched it’s surface
And ripples were seen
But as I rounded the bend
The smoothness was back.
That smoothness came to me,
Came to me in my life
And I new all would be well
As My River and I sailed,
Sailed on into our wonderful world.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2020 01:23
- Comment from author about the poem: With My River once more (as I am every morning now taking my walk).
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Whilst asking nothing, taking nothing and exposing everything it seems your river gives you so much.
It surely does d a, it surely does. Thank you.
Andy
May our rivers forever flow.
They will Michael.
Andy
You've created a very tranquil feeling but one which you create in your life , not just one you observe, lovely.
Thank you Arturo, much appreciated.
Andy
Sail on, as long as ya got no holes in your boat!
It's hard to float the boat of the path!
Andy
Ahh yes, lol. Keep sailing on those walks.
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