As a child,
the river’s experience
at the water’s edge
was vastly different
from that
of viewing it
from afar.
Now,
more often than not,
when I drive past
my meandering Guyandotte
or stand
at the rim
of its lofty banks,
all my senses relax
save one— that of sight.
But today,
I savored anew,
the emotions I felt
when I was ten.
I stopped
and took the pathway leading
down
to
the
place
where the water
ripples to shore,
entering
an entirely different world
from the one
I left behind.
Everything
took on a new
aura of excitement,
and I was instantly
in touch
with the goodness
of nature.
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by David Lee Thompson
Blessings, Diana..
wonderful thoughts David...
John