Vistas Guest
Across the desolation it roams so free.
What lays beneath hidden from sight.
From swirls it surrounds nature’s track.
Sometimes lazily or swift might.
Life needs this entity to carry onward
Nature requires its nurturing style.
Its beauty overwhelms landscapes.
Such flowing wonders which does beguile.
Each tributary has its direction to go.
Whether its course is north, south, east, or west,
Streaming, curving, and with elegance it provides.
I muse upon countryside’s scenic guest.
written for
Sponsor Barbara Gorelick
Contest Name A River Runs Through It
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