Words From a River
Impatient, the river, no time for submission
Taking no notice of one all alone
It continues to flow, to swirl, twist and turn
It pays no attention, thinks nothing of me
As I sit here to ponder, to write and compose.
Deep in the stones, lie dark secret longings
Old stories of those, who sat on the bank
Like me, finding hallows to gather and think
I'm called by the river to capture the prose
Inspired by nature, words flow from creation
Written to cast, like leaves on the water
The cattails that rattle, the cinnamon fern
The willows that lean, each twig bent to listen
Before me, were others who sat in the sun
On the mossy green bank of the river that knows...
Many secrets it carries....and onward it goes
Taking no notice of one all alone...
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Carrie Richards submitted for Giorgio's Contest: Impress Me (nature)
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
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