Where the Peaceful River Rolls


The sun doesn't come out until noon
in the land where I was born.
Shadows cast across the mountainside
like patterns ripped and torn.
Kudzu hangs from poplar trees
and everything else in its way.

A sea of green under skies of blue.
The brightest of a dreary day.
Memories linger in my mind
of cousins and fishing poles,
camping and laughing by
the bright fire light where
the peaceful river rolls.

I have never wandered very far
from this land that has my heart
it's the make up of what is me
my piece of a bigger part.

When the season comes to
a respectful end and summer
fades to fall colors mixed in perfect blend.
Perfection with no flaw.

The winters are cold but beautiful
when the snow hangs on the trees.
The springtime scene of flowers
and green could bring you to
your knees.

When it comes to those days
when life saddens my ways
and my vessel is without controls.
I retake my stride there on the
side where the peaceful river rolls.

Copyright 2007 by Dwayne Lackey
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