Rivers Journey
The river travels;
It’s path the same but no stops,
Are ever allowed.
It has a strict time table,
As it tours the entire world.
At times, it joins friends;
Lakes, streams, ocean; it hitches
A ride with them and
Then leaving them behind it,
Returns back home graciously.
What it’s collected
On its world travels, it won’t
Reveal; it has its
Secrets and treasures, very
Personal, private in safe.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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