River And I Poem by Billy Loving

To the sea runs the river
Like an archer with an endless quiver
Becoming companions, he and I
As the years roll rapidly by
His journey, never complete
Observing, from my seat
Muddy brown, swollen from the rains at times
Thirsting, his banks he barely climbs
In his presence, content as can be
From life, feeling so free
Another workday left behind
With him, so much peace I find
Leaving each day
With him longing to stay
My race almost run
As he lies there beneath the sun
Almost done am I
So many years passing by
From this world, I'll disappear
As he runs on without fear
A new companion soon to be found
While I rest beneath the ground