My Rivers Plear(Author Enjoys) Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Give me the majestic rivers of my homeland,
Weaving and rolling across the terrain.
Slipping toward Mother Sea like slow strands,
Molasses rolling across the farmland.

Calling out in reverence,
'There's no reason to rush my lad.'
'Soak in the serenity smelling the magnolias, Inhale the vapors of honeysuckle choking their host.'

Sense the aromatic cool waters,
Weeping willows hanging low.
Planting their fingers upon easy waters,
Halting the streams gentle ebb and flow.

White and pink dogwood flowers,
Budding azalaes seem everywhere.
Sense just once their fragrance and consider,
Slow, deep breaths of sweet Southern air.

Acquired guilt from witnessing sheer beauty,
More than my ravenous soul can bear,
As my river flows on to her homeplace,
I head home to my rocking chair.