Flow

The river flows onward...

Snow capped mountains frame the yonder blue �"

A vast untamed playground where eagles flew.

The river winds its way from whence it came,

Hinting at histories and peoples with no name.

 

An autumn breeze blows by and chills the air �"

Desperate foraging for both deer and bear.

The grasses brown but the firs remain,

Stalwart symbols of nature's reign.

 

The mirrored water reflects the past,

            Yet flows forward without impasse.

 

Like the sky and hills that forever stand,

And the lofty pines throughout the land �"

They guide the lives that live below

Urging life everywhere to move on and grow.

 

The mirrored water reflects the past,

            Yet flows forward without impasse.

 

 

Copyright © 2010 Larry Coffey

 

Reviews

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Such a poetic piece. Quite the beautiful read....xo