Treasure Island

Patrick Dumas

(August 1,1985 / Milford, CT)

Free River


Free River flow, Free River
so cold, Free River
you’re getting old.

Free River don’t cry, Free River
you’ve run dry.
I still see you through my youth’s eyes.

Free River you told no lies, Free River
your path has been made, Free River
all things change.

Free River you made it to the sea.
The friends I swam with once
are now gone, left only me.

Free River you’re worth more than gold, Free River
I've grown old.
I’ve lived by you my whole life and

I’ve left my seed through my wife, Free River
I lie at your shore; now dry,
Free River it’s my time to die.

Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011
Edited: Monday, October 17, 2011

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