Sunday, March 20, 2016
Mr River flows along the crust of the earth
Fetching a watery glow on the very heart.
My mighty sir feeds a riverside spectacle,
Its loose waves glide along the very head.
Our waves are launched tirelessly to stand
Before the tyrant called the worldly defeater.
Let them surrender to the actions of the swimmer
Making his story of wild health and delivery.
Mr River is the assumer of a practicality,
The waves will die and reappear before the length
Of the ocean is a surprise to the populace.
May these young waters flow in cold winter,
Following on the doctor of the hearts that lie
In the coldness of calamity, the coldness of depth.
Topic(s) of this poem: river