Ritabow
There are skies richly waxed in blue
And stars twinkling in brilliant hue
Mountain streams that sparkle at night
And painting rays of morning light
Yet, all these things could never show
The natural beauty of my Ritabow
Eternally arched across my heart
She shows the way to a world apart
To a world my cherished dreams have told
Lie coins of love in its pot of gold
Yet, sometimes I must return to Earth
And leave behind the wealth of mirth
And sore afraid to let you go
For all is dull-next to Ritabow
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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