The River Trip Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * THE RIVER TRIP * -

As we're watching o're the River
We'll see it flow along.
It's rippling and lapping,
As it sings it's haunting song.

You can see the mighty barges
With their payload weighing deep.
It's pushing-ever pushing
As the river earns its' keep.

And each and every weekend,
As the families do take heed-
Running in their sports boats
Building up their speed.

Along the shore in smaller boats
The fishermen do lurk,
Waiting for the river cats
Down in the muddy murk.

The rivers' many faces
To each-they will reveal
But to me, unlike the rest of you
The river is surreal.

I see it winding gently
And flowing with the wind,
Calming and serene
As it goes around the bend.

Running on forever-
Imagination only sees,
As it gently winds into my heart
And flows with every breeze.

It could go on to Zanzibar
Or Cairo all the way-
Or maybe just to Louisville
For I must return today! ! ! ! ! !

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 11-29-05