The Rivers Welcome

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    The Rivers Welcome

     

    As I paddle through silky black onyx

    Trees bow above me shielding me from the sun’s rays

    A mallard swims before me leading the way

    The fish all jump for joy  

    As a wood pecker taps his warning to the insects

    Inside an old willow whose branches drape low overhead

    The bull frogs sing with delight

    As day gives way to night

    And crickets chirp their squeaky song

    Singing all the nightlong

    Into this wonder land I cautiously approach

    For it is I who does encroach

    I paddle through this dream, or so I thought

    When startled by a deer with fraught

    My senses to reality did gain

    When I realized I must return

    To the monotonous and mundane

    A return invite I hope to receive

    To this wonder land of make-believe

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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