The River

The River

The river flows it’s timeless stream, Down on through young childhood’s dream, Memories made in the solace of the moment, Whence comes the chance to release their scent, And blow their healing over troubled years, Giving new hope in the well of fear, And building on the light within to burn the lamp of life. Roots are where my passion lies, Given the gift to light the fires, That once burned bright in dawning heart, Dancing flame piercing through the dark, Of the world of older sensibility, Pushing heart and mind to normality, To understand, to know and to realise, Read more »