The river has long arms---
it reaches out to the sea
longingly--like a lover--
moving it's great slow dance
down to the shore.
Fish dart; crawdads sweep the dirt floor,
moss grows thickly on the wet rock.
The trees have birds for hair--
they flit and fly and cover the branches
in vast and vibrant waves of wings.
The river winds like a golden string
through forests rich with trees---
around red-dirt banks and rocky cliffs,
the sound is susurrous and shy.
It finds it's way, it moves with winds and rains
finally becoming part of the great water it loves.
H.L.
