Where the river meets the sea I’ll wait patiently until your ship comes in carrying you to my smiles we’ll walk the miles and miles to a place to begin again
upriver to where small streams become the water of river dreams where meadows grow green under skies of sun and thunder there we’ll settle on high ground ever fertile and sound
we’ll labour to work the earth and give a family birth a family that will grow to work together and sow under that mantle of blue and grey after years and many a day we will turn to each other and say
the life we chose has been a good one as good as the river is long to its banks we will continue to go hand in hand watching the river flow
Wonderful, affectionate poem and a great photo to go with it, Sean.
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I do love a heathy river and listening for the stories it can tell.
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