~ 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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