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I am the River

Updated on November 16, 2012

A boy in a red shirt sits

and contemplates me:

my wildlife, my sand,

my breezes and my trees,

my marvelous water,

but I don’t care;

I am the river.

I have no memory,

only those who worship me.



A doe wades in and stumbles;

the sand will cover her.

When she sinks and is gone

the sand will imitate

my currents in homage,

but I don’t care;

I am the river.

I have no memory,

only those who worship me.



The wind will sweep across me;

it cannot change my course.

I ripple on the surface.

It has already passed

before seeing I fooled it;

but I don’t care;

I am the river.

I have no memory,

only those who worship me.



The trees grow on steep banks

drinking the water,

but they will pay my price.

Growing old, they will fall.

some I carry, some I drop;

but I don’t care;

I am the river.

I have no memory,

only those who worship me.



In winter cold, summer warm,

In spring high, in autumn low,

one day the water will leave.

All that will remain:

a lone swale in the fields;

but I won’t care;

I was the river.

I had no memory,

only those that worshipped me.

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      justgrace1776 4 years ago

      I love it!

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      A sad tribute to a river, much like the life we each may lead and only in memories we may be given life once more, by those who remember and love. well received, Ryan.

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      Theresa Ast 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Ryan - Very nice work. Beautiful and meaningful description combined with melancholy, it hs the feel of tan elegy. I love that the river is the narrator -- personification done right can be so effective. Nice work. Sharing.

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      Ryan McGill 4 years ago from Omaha, NE

      Thank you Grace; and thank you for your visit.

      Whonu: I am glad you enjoyed this piece and thank you as well for the visit.

      Ahh Phdast, this did not at all end up where I started out. Somewhere in that stream of consciousness I became the river, with all my human frailties. Quite an interesting journey it was. Thank you for your generous compliment.

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