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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday was the first chance I had to go for a walk along My River for some time, a friend was staying with Joyce for a couple of hours. I used to walk by My River three or four times a week but due to Joyce\\\'s ill health I have not been able to do so for a few months. My River conjoins with My Spirit as I walk along it.
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Comments8
Paints a great scene and one I am familiar with albeit that my local river which runs through my village is more a stream although it is called a river as it gets bigger - err - downstream. Good write Andy.
Thank you Michael, My River, as you may gather, is very important to me, in the past I have written many poems about it.
I could envision every step and every emotion. Very gratifying to walk along such a river Goldie. May you often return there, as your river knows you well and welcomes you back.
Thank you AP, much appreciated.
Goldfinch, a beautiful poem about a very special place. We all have these special places.
Thank you Fred, we sure do and we can commune with and within ourselves in those places.
I should 'get out more!' 'I'll get my coat!' I'm missing all this if I satay in too much. the River of Life symbolised here, I feel. I sense it anyway. A fine write Gold.
I should have stayed indoors in 1066 though. It's all my fault!
Thank you Orchi.
Why didn't I stay indoors on the fateful day? I would never have said the fatal words 'Look up, Sire' if I was not on the battlefield.
Glad you got out for a bit , I have a pond I walk to every morning year round .... good poem !
Those walks can be so meaningful and relaxing.
There is something quite special, even spiritual, about being near water. A sometimes powerful connection is felt. I'll never forget the overwhelmingly powerful connection I experienced from the bow of a windjammer under sail, observing the might of waves we plowed through.
Our connection well expressed in this painting of a poem, Goldie!
Thank you Louis, you are so right being near water is so meaningful.
Thanks Goldfinch. I feel as though i walked with you.
Thank you w c, you are welcome to walk with me at any time.
THANKS ANDY ~ for sharing Your River with us in this very elegant Ode !
RIVERS ~ Great places for Meditation
I AM an Ecologist and Rivers are perfect habitats
VERY important channels of the Water Cycle
EVERY RIVER plays an important role in Nature
RESPECT all Rivers and never ever pollute !
I LOVE ALL RIVERS ~ BRIAN
Thank you Brian and thank s for the acrostic as well.
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