Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 2, 2016

Row with Me~by Norman Wilson


 

 

Row with Me

Row, rowboats row
Row from the river to the sea
Row over to the riverbank
Row over to pick up me

I stand in a bank of posies
Forming a bouquet around my feet
As I look down the river
Then behind me down the street

Take me onto a journey
Where I do not need my feet
To pound each clay brick
That is the cobblestones on the street

I look far down the river
Where the mighty river roars
As I stand amongst the flowers
Hoping to row away from the shore

To be no more than me
Yet to step my feet within the sea
From river’s row with oars
To reach the sea with sandy shores

I fight for my passage end
To paddle beyond the bend my friends
Where walls of wave shall flag upon my face
As a fledgling of seagulls soar in chase

Give forth an oar within my boat
Therefore, I may go and stay afloat
Upon the roaring river to the open sea
In a place, I wish to be

All rights reserved 02/25/16
Norman Francis


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