Time will make
The grass lay down
Under my feet
As I make my path
To the waters edge
Of the river that sings.
Time will make
The pain lay down
Go fast asleep
On my journey
From the quiet place
To the river that sings.
Time will make
The wind blow down
My troubles and sorrow
Will fall like stones
To the side of the road
Of the river that sings.
Time will make
The trees bow down
And give cool shade
As I listen and fill
My open heart with song
From the river that sings.
inspired by the story of the Yuchie Tribe
of Muscle Shoals, Alabama
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press May 2014
That's beautiful and exactly the experience I was trying to share with you that day by the ocean
ReplyDeleteLooking up at the mountain.
sleeping high above civilization where the brightest things are the stars
and all the dirt and grime from.the city below disappear
With the breathing of nature all around.
And you forget whatever mental trappings
Were bothering you
As like you said
The river sings
And I say
As the earth embraces you
Reminding you
You are hers.
Very nice Ken Owen. Thank you and thanks to Barbara Corff for sharing it on my Facebook page. We have a music camp called "RiverTunes" and this beautiful piece of writing reminds me of our lil' camp. Thanks again. Respectfully, Joe Craven
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