Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 8, 2018

Rivers Wild~by Fred Tunks



Rivers Wild

Image may contain: mountain, outdoor, nature and water

Every since I was a child
I’m somewhat drawn to
Rivers Wild
Fed by snowstorms in December
Settled down in rocks of Ember
When its gets warm in June or so
Rivers Wild
Begin to flow
At first a peaceful little stream
In such a truly wondrous scene
Granite rocks with moss attempt
To hold the flow until their spent
Down the mountains throughout
the canyons
Gathering strength you can’t imagine
Tributaries lending each a hand
Cutting paths throughout the land
Like the butcher’s sharpened blade
Like the farmers pointed spade
Over time that cannot hold them
Rivers Wild
Become an Ocean
Only then to rise as mist
And travel back were God exist
Rivers Wild
Again persist
To cut away again the land
Well I’ve come to think I understand
Rivers Wild
Immortal like the heart of the
Highlands where they are

Written by
Fred Tunks
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