Good Tidings
Many are the rivers rushing toward the tide
gouging out the soft spots
washing away the sighs
watch the flotsam twirl to vortex
watch the froth ring wide
Many are the river's rushings
toward the tide
Deep within the current flows coming from on high
stirring up man's passions
stripping the woodlands pride
purging banks of fool's gold's glitter
in eddies 'long side
It seems for branches waterlogged a nascent dream
that which was rock solid
moves, briskly downstream
not dead, alive and journeying all
few wish to abide
Many are the river's rushings
toward the tide
Goodbye to mountain, hill and rise, forest green and bright
snapped the bowed, and floated down
between the cliffs to ride
kissing as they touch each drifter
seeking the world wide
Many are the rivers rushing toward the tide
gouging out the soft spots
washing away the sighs
watch the flotsam twirl to vortex
teem toward the tide
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
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