The Slience of the River
The Silence of the River
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
Masking fishes and crabs and other living things.
The silence of the river encumbered with whispers, prayers, cries and meditations
(Pause inhale and exhale)
The silence of a river flowing like a stream casting my rod and my care upon it along with all my hopes and dreams
It’s noon 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock all day has passed; A smell of a pine the sound of a squirrel or a mole in the grass an animal of its kine and the sound of a slithering snake.
The silence of a river embodies creation and regeneration all kinds of tragedy’s prevented
Upstream and downstream wash away my sorrow repairing life for me and a better tomorrow
The silence of a river flowing like a stream
A world in itself I have seen so many tales and stories only acknowledged by the keen
The length and the breadth of the river has its own account
Listen, can you hear no because the river is silent free and clear.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson –Weaver Jefferson
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