The River
I have a river that runs through my property,
full of wild life that no one can see,
it flows through to a tributary,
where if tended to is pretty and pristine,
But after years of neglect it didn't flow quite right,
the five beavers becoming a dam plight,
it left me feeling breathless at the beaver sight,
making me feel like I was going to die,
So while I was laid up someone came around,
helped me get the dams out while I didn't make a sound,
helping my river of life once again to flow incessantly,
after having survived my quadruple bypass surgery.
11-18-16
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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