Something About Rivers Sings Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Something About Rivers Sings



Always in my heart my mind my soul
there has been something about rivers;
for me rivers sing, tugging at my heart strings...
with an ebb and flow, that will not, let go soul -

Fishing on river banks on wharves is a nice delight
to bait hooks in time honoured anticipation of bite;
first upon hook strike from depths in waters out of sight...
to pull in long line oh joy to reel in rod line cast -

On river banks standing thinking enjoying
watching currents whirlpool ebb and flow;
there is a peace, which first appreciates calms...
then time comes an urge, to dive in to swim now -

Dive in to swim still waters is not good for fishing
but oh the call the call of cool waters hot day waiting;
even on rainy days or in chill winter creeks fast running...
in high mountain alps with young ice cold water baiting -

would not Sam the water rat release swim desire pounding
rush joy fast rapid flow in high pass mountain waters leaving;
within my soul screams swim swim immerse within swimming...
chill winter call on flesh under water fast swimming swimming -

means chill air bite exposure wind is not winning winning
soul in joy is moments free moments bliss bliss living living;
old river time in high mountain creeks is young young calling...
water time shifting changing terrains climates is bewitching -

Always in my heart my mind my soul
there has been something about rivers;
tugging at my heart strings, for me rivers sing...
with an ebb and flow that will not let soul go -


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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