The Avon, my river, where I walk deep in thought every day,
Arranging my tumultuous mind
From the joys and troubles of the day before.
My time alone with nature and my God.
My time.
This morning, the river gently gliding past me,
The occasional ripple, caused by the gentle warm breeze,
Reflecting the sunlight in parallel lines,
Passing by as I travel through my life towards its end.
My life.
The birds around me, throughout my journey by the river,
And always there in my life, from times long ago.
The swans this morning, not yet awake,
Heads tucked beneath their wings, floating silently.
My birds.
The river, always with me, as I walk along its path;
Allowing my thoughts to come to terms each day with my life.
Of course I always talk with my God, the Spirit which is my life,
And who I will be with, when my time on this earth ends.
My Spirit of Life.
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The Avon, does for you what the Thames does for me. I have that river coursing through my blood. So much to see and it is also so spiritually uplifting. A beautiful poem Goldfinch. Thank you.
Thank you Cassie, I refer to the Avon as My River in my poems.
Andy
Good write Gold.
We have the Thames, and part of the Kennet, and part of the Kennet and Avon Canal.
Thank you Orchi.
A lovely poem, love the way you write about the river and life. Just perfect.
Much appreciated Tom, thank you.
Andy
And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day:
My river is the Hawkesbury, there was a sea eagle eating a fish on the jetty this morning, wasn't disturbed by my presence and seemed to be interested in what I had to say (unlike my wife).
As I like to say: the longer the fruit is on the vine, the sweeter the meat.
Most kind 2781.
I too have seen sea eagles when we went up to Skye a few years ago, magnificent birds.
Andy
I had never seen one up close, to be fair it looked old, to me and was eating what looked like offal. I have become a great conservationists, in recent years. Looks nothing like they preach though.
Beautiful Andy. I only have the ocean, of which I sometimes lean against the Scituate Lighthouse and find my own spirit. Wonderfully penned Andy.
Every river goes into the ocean AP so all our Spirits will join there.
Andy
Good point Andy. I look forward to it with open arms. 😉
Such beautiful images that melt into the spirit and float down the currents of time toward the great sea of eternity.
So very true soren. Thank you.
Andy
I have a thing about rivers too ..
I wonder if your Avon is the same as mine .. We also have the Parrett & the Brue to name but a few .. Neville
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