The talking river. 2.

”A thousand years I’ve run this course

from those high hills to that blue sea

and in the passing I have seen

as many sad as happy things.

Sweet children have immersed in me,

as have men of religious bent;

and cows have drunk and birds have fed

on fish and insects from my depths.

Small skirmishes and deaths I’ve seen

as hatreds filled me with red blood.

Too, skiffs have carried lovers down

the wider, lower stretch of me.

The wine of life I’ve happily

supplied to those who supped of me

and in those fields about my banks

I’ve helped to grow the food you eat.

I took no sides in your disputes,

your hating, your intolerance.

I never joined the killing times

that I so often saw occur.

I willingly gave what I had,

sustaining life in plant and Man.

Nor did I judge the rights, the wrongs

consuming ever-selfish souls.

I have no great philosophy

except just to ‘go with the FLOW’”.

I stood up and I walked away

and wondered if I dreamed it all.

How could a river talk to me?

It matters not....I know not how.

all gone ~~~~~~whoosh~~~~~~~~~