By the River
Where the great blue heron stands and waits
Patiently among the rustling reeds
As the morning fog lifts from the stream,
By the river I will sit and watch.
Where the swallows swiftly swoop and dart,
Skim the water surface in their flight,
As the turtles climb on sunny logs,
By the river I will walk and think.
Where the doe steps from the woods to drink,
Evening sends cool air from the hills
As the limestone bluffs throw longer shades,
By the river I will lie and dream.
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016
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