Growing Waters
The river bank so steep
Guiding the waters flow
One season the waters deep
Another sees the water shallow
Passing under bridges
Flowing over roads
Cascading over ridge
Fulfilling what is bestowed
Starting life as a stream
Growing with every mile
Was it once my boyhood dream ?
To sail your currents in style
Knowing you would get stonger
And wanting to follow your bank
My legs would no longer
It was then that my heart sank
Playing your part with the
elements
Stretching your fingers to touch
Engulfing the land you torment
Massaging,mauling
caressing so much
Eventually your time is called
Your flowing days cease to flow
No more land is to be mauled
The
ocean is in sight time to go.
November 1997
Written by GAC/A
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