The River
You wind along the shoreline, jutting in and out,
Just like a shiny snake, you move with stealth and grace.
You slither past the fields and meadows there about,
So swiftly rippling under bowing trees you race,
Jutting in and out endlessly with stealth and grace.
And further up you flow past villages on hills
With homes atop their rolling lawns and regal view…
Your silver water shining under sun that thrills
The eyes of those who stand beneath the sky of blue;
With sun that thrills, your beauty glows in regal view.
Where are you heading, river, as you drift along?
Where did you start your journey many years ago?
If only we could understand your rippling song…
What secrets lie beneath your never-ending flow
As you drift along entrapped in never-ending flow?
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~1st Place~
Contest: Manassian Quintain
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 02/17/2015
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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