Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The little water river sings over stones
sings over sand bars
in the bottom of the valley;
The mighty wind river sings over pines
sings over cedars, 
sings overhead
through the rafters of the sky.

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2 comments:

  1. CynthiaMay 17, 2011 at 8:09 PM

    Your poem is beautiful! The place it describes sings to me and brings me there. Thank you.

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  2. Freya PickardMay 17, 2011 at 11:54 PM

    I can hear this song! I particularly loved "the rafters of the sky"

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