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Where Rivers Lazily Roam
"The streams are my veins." --Constance La France Along the shores of the Ohio, I now call my home My heart rests in its origins, for there I was born Where New River and Gauley River lazily roam, Making the old Kanawha, from which I was torn. These “streams are my veins,” I will never scorn Adventure-seething rivers ever “white with foam”* Old and slow-moving, rich in beauty ne’er shorn Along the shores of the Ohio, I now call my home. The Kanawha flows into the mighty Ohio a-foam Meandering through mountains time has worn Where, as a boy, I photographed in Kodachrome My heart rests in its origins, for there I was born. Along shores of the New River, I played my horn Seems music was always a part of my genome, The languid rivers, with slow jazz I could adorn, Where New River and Gauley River lazily roam. These rivers cut through the rich fertile loam Of my breadth and being, now aged, careworn I have the mountain rivers’ motivating syndrome Making the old Kanawha from which I was torn. Running through my veins, melancholia forlorn Surely embedded in my genetic chromosome, Fed by the rolling rivers on a December morn, Living by the mighty Ohio, I play my trombone Along the shores. Written August 1, 2022 *Quote from Irving Berlin's "God Bless America"
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