Near The Riverbank Poem by Gina Albiek

Under the bridge there
There is where she stands
Holding not one but two
In her very delicate hands

Across the riverbank
Fast he flew by
Taking not one but two
And on we hear her cry

Lonely by the wind
The famous journey took place
And of these sad cries
We could hear no single trace

Moon and stars were there
Under the bridge that night
And to her dear memory
They shine on the river so bright

She's missed, or so was told
Yet no good will along the way
Dared interfere with what they refer to
As God carefully drawing her way

And everyday at dusk
Her spirit would wander around
Searching that riverbank
For someone to hear its sound

She'd give a final cry
But oh, to no avail
Lonely does this girl stay
As we listen to her tragic tale

Passers would wonder
To whom does this voice belong
Unaware that right under this bridge
Passed a girl, and oh she was young

Passers passed and seasons changed
And that river kept running clear
Everyone got over that old tale
Long long gone is she I fear