Bubbling to birth in sleepy hills, the river sets its course.
Far to go to journey’s end.
Onwards. Onwards. No turning back,
Heading down to the sea.
Wide, meandering, it snakes through fields of swaying grass,
While softly whistling breezes dance in early morning air.
Lofty willows languish at the water’s edge,
Trailing slender, leafy fingers in the flow.
Haughty swans cruise its silken surface,
While lovers, hand in hand, stroll its shady banks.
Clear water rolling over rugged rocks,
Downy ducks bustling in a queue.
Shimmering fish slither and shift beneath the gleaming water.
The river teems with secret lives.
Seated on a grassy bank, I see myself reflected
In its dreamy depths.
Nothing deters the river.
Like life, it flows one way.
On and out to the estuary, faster now its destination is in sight.
Merging at last with the wide, eternal unknown.
© Sue Hassett