A River
A River
It is a river in the middle of the landscape
not a famous river it has no university buildings
and it doesn`t appear in ancient books.
In winters it froze up in spring it was deep to
cold to swim in, in summers for a short while
It was a place to go bathing, and then it became
too shallow, a yellowish dribble not fit for
anything but drinking water for sheep.
And that is the life we get what we deserve not
what we want, and no over-top lyrics is written
about it, just as well we can`t have its banks
crowded by poets.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2018
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