The Other Day Poem by Stewart Watkins

I went down by the river
just the other day
I sat on my favorite granite
as I gently caressed a kyanite
I listened to white rushers
splash against steel grey rocks
I graciously engulfed the refreshing mist from below

Now,

Deep,

Deep inhalations

Then restorative exhalations

A peaceful calm is found
A radiant ray coyly appeared
through the pines
Now sweet melodies of Georgia are on my mind