This week’s poem. called The River, is by Barbara Wardropper.
The River is calling, can’t you see
It really is calling out for me
I am never lonely when I am there
It touches my heart there is no despair.
The water glistens it’s calling me in
Sometimes I fish right up to my chin
The water glistens it reflects on my face
I really need this extra space.
My life is no longer empty you see
There will always be the river and me
I cast my fly, it’s very blue
The colours of the sky reflect in you.
What am I thinking looking down
Do I possibly see a frown.
No frown for me it’s a happy place
Such a place of contentment and to have this space.
It draws you in, can’t you see How much I have of the river in me?
Such a place of solitude a place to care
You must respect the river when you are there.
Without the river what would I be?
I would lose my reflection I would lose my mind
Nothing can happen of this kind.
So river run deep river run wide always be at my side.
Draw me in, without you I am lost
You are my breath my reflection at no cost.
The rest of my life I hope it will be always, always the River and me.
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