The river tumbles onwards to the sea,
And rushes, racing over rocks and stones,
And boulders, branches, pebbles, sand and scree,
Singing so many melodies to me,
In whispering notes and thunderous roaring tones.
Music that lingers in the ears and mind,
Soothing confusing thoughts that come my way,
Easing all stress, so my spirit is resigned,
To watching its water ripple, swirl, glide and wind,
And giving a soft contentment to my day.
Always there, this river, which is never still,
And every night and day, how strong it flows,
Into each pool, each inlet and each new rill,
It does, my thirsty soul, with pleasure fill,
And sets my thoughts on peace, and my 'being' glows.
© Ernestine Northover
Makes me want to break out my canoe. Nicely flowing rhymes. -chuck
There's a real serenity to this poem Ernestine............I am a real nature lover and I agree......there's just something about an ever-flowing river! Sincerely, mary
what a beautiful and wonderful poem giving hope to all the world that somewhere for each such a place may be found fine words fine images nature come alive so real this magic water never the same always the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
The warm and gentle stream of tranquillity bestowed upon the poets pallette.Brilliant write here Love Duncan