Infatuation
A river flows unbroken;
Its journey endless, free.
Doggedly, it makes its way
In silence to the sea.
Gaining strength, it moves the rocks
And trees that block its goal.
Patiently ensuring that
Its waters onward roll.
Plodding toward the ocean
Never looking where they’ve been,
Droplets find themselves reborn…
A river, once again.
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I like this. I like this enough to print it out and put it on the bulletin board over my desk. That's something...
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Thank you, Jen/d. What a lovely compliment.
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Very nice, Pinhole! A river is beautiful to watch and our very lives depend on its determination to keep on flowing.
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NBC was having 'Green Week" for the past several days. I guess, in a roundabout way, this could be considered my little contribution.
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Beautiful, Pinhole.
I had a friend once from St. Louis who said he could never settle in a place where a river didn't play a central part of the life of the area.
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Thank you, PC.
I feel the same as your friend, only about the mountains...even though I was raised on the plains.
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