~ Singing River ~

As I sat beside the river I heard her heart singing.
She told me stories of long ago,
Of the folks that crossed her wide spans
 with hopes and dreams.

Tales of good crossings and some that were so sad.
Wagon wheels that got lost in the mud,
Battles that once raged with hatred
and her beauty was streaked with blood.

She sang to me of once peaceful villages
that dwelt upon her banks.
Her song sang soft...
Her song sang of the Eagles that soared aloft.

The melody sometimes sweet and serene,
Other times it would almost scream.
This river sang her song to me
Her mirrored surface reflected
sky of blue, clouds of white...

She sang of the little boy that yelled in delight
as he caught his first fish.
Sadness changed the melody
as she told of the baby that was lost
and she washed it upon the shore to his mother safely.

She sang of two lovers
that shared their first kiss upon her shore.
Then twenty five years later they returned once more
And I sat there listening long past the fading light
As this river sang me her song that made me smile,
Made me cry .... long into the night.

Bonnie Ray
© 2003 used with permission
BonnieGoldfire@aol.com

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