River Race Poem by Mary Naylor

River Race

Rating: 5.0


Is the river still running in 'rado,
Still hurtling over the rocks round those turns?
Does it yet throw spittle of rage-white foam
On that rocky river's edge my soul calls home?

Is the river still running in 'rado
Oh, please, let me see it one last time!
Death is here, I know. I see the old black crow
Waiting in the shadows of my mind.

Is the river still running in 'rado,
Where I ran and swam and played long ago,
Hair flying in the wind, sun-burnt nose.
Hear it roar in heaven, calling me home?

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Mary Naylor

Mary Naylor

Chicago, Illinois
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