Little River Dry Poem by Roger Snow

~~~~~ Little River dry ~~~~~

And the Falcon flies
when the Sultry Haze
of the Morning Skies
blend to backdrop the Mountains
like a child's sighs

And my dreams have all been met
Living them hasn't bored me yet

So I guess I'll just carry on
Dreaming and living
like Tomorrow brings the last
of my Morn's

Falcon there
She has her own
Soars free, surveys
and all she see's
she calls home

Child inside, feels her glee
and while I feel, , , drop to My Knee's
and give up a Prayer
That all my childhood
remains right here, ,
where it belongs, , , , , ,

~~~~ Life as a dreaming 10 year old, , has never been bad at all ~~~~~