Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 13, 2015

Across the River~by Norman Wilson



Across the River

I skipped across the river
On a bed of stones
I would have skipped forever
Had I just known

The water ran in pools
Before in ran about
Then it ran together
Prior to running out

I sat and thought awhile
Should I skip down the road
Should I follow the river
To insure where it goes

They say it trickled for a mile
Towards a roving sea below
Along a field of heather
Embedded in a sheaf of gold

The sun was slowly setting
As it neared time to skip home
My mother was waiting
Sitting in the kitchen all alone

I skipped back across the river
Towards my home on the other side
Wondering about tomorrow
Should I skip further, to see the ocean tide

All rights reserved 12/11/15
Norman Francis

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