Monday, January 3, 2011

The Valley

A river runs through it
full of stones...and rocks
many that I have thrown in
over the last 16 years.
There is an energy that is calm and clear.
Many summer naps I've had
under the willows
by the river
while the dog played.
Wet and excited she'd wake me
dripping water in my face
and dropping one of those river rocks beside me.
Those years are gone now
but the memories remain.
Caught in the river
tangled by the breeze
in the willow
waiting for me to draw near.

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