Leland D'Elormie

The Red Riverboat - Poem by Leland D'Elormie

You know there is a river,
That flows from Ribbonwood Rock,
Of wine, sweet cream and egg nog,
On the banks there is a dock,
Where, lashed by licorice whip-chords,
Red riverboats line the shore,
Of course I need not tell you,
For we've been there before.

When twilight on the wicked wood,
Puts shadows on the path,
And all of Zeus' screaming bolts,
Come carrying his wrath,
And when the sun has disappeared,
And the moon is dark and new,
I think of sipping brandy,
On the riverboat with you.

When giants, trolls and demons,
Come tugging at my clothes,
And Jack Frost, in his fiendish way,
Comes nipping at my nose,
When the minutes drag for hours,
As you know they often do,
I think of sharing stories,
On the riverboat with you.

When loneliness and sorrow,
Go skipping hand in hand,
When droughts and plagues and famines,
Go wasting all the land,
When I fall from my tower,
And the mountains crumble too,
I soon long for my evenings,
On the riverboat with you.

There's no need to be frightened now,
Or worried or distressed,
When you are ground to sinews,
And you're weary and depressed,
My solemn Christmas promise,
To last our friendship through,
Is that I'm always waiting,
On the riverboat for you.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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