this river rolls alluringly 
deep and slow 
so full and powerful I cry 
take me
take me river before I should die
take me dear river to wherever you go
I’ll ride you there fast I’ll ride you there slow 
and river my river I’ll love you always 
I’ll drift on and caress you the rest of my days
I’ll wind through your meanders
and sing with your songs
we’ll seed fertile plains and fill billabongs
river my lover take me I’m yours
through all seasons we'll wander 
I’ll never ship oars

Lisa prompted we poets with pilgrimage, wandering or walkabout for the dVerse challenge this week. I have recently been wandering, on walkabout, writing about rivers, and so came to #04.