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