The river of life ....a poem
Late October and
today I watched the geese resting on their
They seemed to be sleeping like so many
In the river
The big river flows south ever slowly
but the winds yet blow north
and as I returned later to
The geese had drifted northward in the
yet still they sleep
But what's a few hundred feet
to them that will spend so much time
Only to fly south
And yet isn't mankind just like these
fools on these waters I wondered
Chasing ourselves in opposite
All the while cackling at
each other for not
watching the river currents
"It was your fault"
"No ! It wasn't my turn to watch "
And yet away we go
in opposite directions
A long time ago a friend of mine
"Fennelseed" , -Annie , as I came to know her ,
a beautiful soul,
gave me this photo ! And she named it "soul sparkles"
And like me she has been missing
from Hubpages for awhile
I hope she is well!
Maybe that love has found her
and taken her from us
Like these geese in autumn