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Thawing River The water is icy cold on my feet As they dangle in the flowing stream So cold it hurts, but the water so Clear and enticing I can't take them out. The trickling sounds draw me Deep into the shallow currents and the flow of the Water as it mold it's way around rocks And through the crevices that line the banks Of what once was a great river in earlier times. Something to be reckoned with the coming of Spring, something that was worthy of respect While the power still lived within The very heart of it's thunderous Presence. Copyright 1992 |
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