Wednesday, May 13, 2015

 

Poetry Time Again


The River

Young it
leaps and dances
to its own music
over and around
all obstacles

As it grows
it settles
in stately flows
past green places
it nourishes

Nearing the sea
it goes haltingly
laying down
the burden
it has carried
for so long
in the delta
of what
might
have been

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Better than the Vogons!
 
High praise indeed!

;-)
 
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