• Slippery...
    Rocky faces, though not quite cliffs
    They aren't to far to walk
    Guarded by forest and tower
    I can see the city skyline
    Just across those deep waters
    Sometimes they are like a raging sea
    Others, like the looking glass Alice fell through

    Those waters carved my cliffs
    My waters made a playground
    For the fantasy world in which I have always lived
    Live.
    Will live.
    Others don't see
    The shinning beauty of powerful currents

    A cool breeze rustles leaves,
    Wraps its arms around me,
    And sends my hair dancing in a whirl
    Oh how I wish to fly on this breeze
    Or dive into these depths
    Hidden forever from the heart of this world

    The breeze that brings these daydreams
    Carries the musky smell of driftwood
    I remember my strong brother
    Caught in those currents
    With a propelling swish of his tail
    He was set free and returned to shore
    Damp and tired from his happy swim.
    Another scent of the river I adore

    Washed up logs dare me to scale them
    Just like the water carved stone
    And the trees on the waters edge at high tide
    I gladly comply.

    As long as I can remember
    These breezy banks and beloved shores
    Tall trees and taller towers
    High waters, fast and cool
    Blocked only by dam and lock
    Have marked my home, my refuge
    My river.