SHE-RIVER
A river flowed from coolest north
Upon an ancient, curving course
At times a drought would burn it dry
But would revive when angels......cried
The fount of life by tide renewed
Beneath the heavens......grey or blue
From surface clear.....to waiting shore
It gave it's all......and then........some......more
The river ran........as rivers should
Till it was blocked....by mortered wood
And trashed was splashed by darkest night
To sink below.......as toxic blight
No chance or storms would harm it's path
It was....as is.......devoid of WRATH
For all that changes......by it's bed
This river always.........flows........ahead
GURGLE...GURGLE.......GLUB
PAX
A
RIVER
Take care,
Sherry
No no no no, more times than liz talior...
You change names faster than...a cheetah! :)
Strongly imaged and well penned--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, and continued prayers, Karla. :)
Reindeer
Frank
Love Tinka
Felix