River Poem by Barry Middleton

River



I rose in the swamp
where few ever go
far up a lost valley
where dark ferns grow

I spoke to the rocks
I called to the birds
and I silently sang
without any words

I carved the oxbow
poured over the ledge
till I was a bayou
surrounded by sedge

the end of my psalm
is a bright melody
I return to my mother
a warm turquoise sea

River
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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