SONG OF THE RIVER

The Narrows, Stamp Falls

Song of the river wild,

Song of the rapids leaping

Through the chiseled rock-walled chasm

Green with weeping,

A plunging torrent

To the ocean seeping

Song of the sea-green foam

Song of the white froth dancing

Sun-dappled baby wave-tops prancing

In the sunshine, all my dreams

Romancing.

Song of the green rock wall,

A vessel for the river's journey,

Guiding the flow along the channel churning

To the ocean and as it's

Returning.

Song of the tall green trees

Rootbound and stoic in the deep crevasses,

Rooted in bedrock holding up the mountain,

Sentinels for every year

that passes

Song of the laughing brook

Below the rapids green, swirling and babbling

Huge salmon leap,

Fall back in shallows dabbling,

Plunge forth to lunge again,

Leaping and scrabbling

Song of the river wild,

You sing my tattered soul a new song,

Bless the silver beauty of this new day,

Make me know the path I'm on

Is not wrong.

Song of the seasoned soul

That knows the underlying message

Of the river:

Flow with me,

Not against me as we journey;

Travel lightly,

Not a taker,

But a giver.

Kids, I am posting something from the archives this morning. I am still here, but so over loaded I havent been able to be online at all for days. You wouldnt even believe what a zoo it is at Dogs R Us. Suffice it to say, I feel horrible for not getting around to visit all of you - and for missing all the great poetry - but today is my last Overloaded day (I think), and I promise to get around to everyone through the weekend. Then life will hopefully resume at a relatively more normal pace. We live in hope.