I CAN HER THE RIVER WHEN SHE SINGS Sky sounds like Chopin’s Opus 53 Clouds rolling in a cleansing mode Wind’s gale tugging at my wings Storm is rolling up the road I sense the river when she wants to sing Trees are chanting I hear their harmony Leaves are shaking in multiple tones My feet are swift like the crackling waters The teeth of the night bite into my bones I feel the river she’s about to sing I heed the wind the wind is very wise I listen to trees they know many things Sometimes they howl sometimes they sigh I met a bird who taught me to fly Now I can hear the river when she sings Copyright 2013 Dennis John Ferado Photo by Thomas Pryor
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 05:56:06 +0000
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