Memories On the River
Many years have passed, many summers and winters gone
Yet, I still remember the murmur of your waters.
My dad sitting on your bank, his fishing line thrown far out and staked for a tight line.
My thoughts repressed in deep seclusion and connected to sky and river.
The day has come when I compose these lines under this willow and view you
Rugged Old River.
I watch your currents in muddy hue vanish in the depths of the deep, taking
my memories with them.
All those long-ago years packed into your mysterious waters, leads me on.
I sit here in the first light of a distant star, hanging on my heart, I have turned
to you, Big River.
Now, from these faded thoughts and passed recognition of your beauty,
my mind again revives.
I sit here among the river willows by the side of your deep water.
I come back seeking the things I love, seeking nature and my boyhood days.
I hear the movement of animals as they scurry to their beds.
I can not paint it on canvas or say it with words, I have to see you, Big River.
I have to see the past, those good times are no more.
I know you will never betray me, who loved you so.
I, who’s so impressed with your quietness and beauty.
I know there will always be memories of my dad and my boyhood years on your banks, healing my mind.
We were together with nature and you, Big River.
Copyright © Patrick Kelly | Year Posted 2022
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