The talking river. 2.
”A thousand years I’ve run this course
from those high hills to that blue sea
and in the passing I have seen
as many sad as happy things.
Sweet children have immersed in me,
as have men of religious bent;
and cows have drunk and birds have fed
on fish and insects from my depths.
Small skirmishes and deaths I’ve seen
as hatreds filled me with red blood.
Too, skiffs have carried lovers down
the wider, lower stretch of me.
The wine of life I’ve happily
supplied to those who supped of me
and in those fields about my banks
I’ve helped to grow the food you eat.
I took no sides in your disputes,
your hating, your intolerance.
I never joined the killing times
that I so often saw occur.
I willingly gave what I had,
sustaining life in plant and Man.
Nor did I judge the rights, the wrongs
consuming ever-selfish souls.
I have no great philosophy
except just to ‘go with the FLOW’”.
I stood up and I walked away
and wondered if I dreamed it all.
How could a river talk to me?
It matters not....I know not how.
all gone ~~~~~~whoosh~~~~~~~~~