RIVER CRIED OUT
Days when our cries were as a river
We had our moments
when the river cried us
One great morning
the sobbing river dried up
and now off we journey
on moist soil that is
inviting,
stimulating
and oh so abundant in satisfaction.
We crossed the river with its swelling tides
We marched over the bridges
that faithfully held us -
no collapses
Indeed we are
structured
engineered
and built to last.
Rear views have doubts and fears
Ahead are vistas captivating in splendor
Wow! this planet juice intoxicates our senses
no looking back
We left it where it belongs –
behind us.
Sandra Renee Hicks
P.O. Box 1210
Washington, D 20013
Tuesday August 17, 2010