The boy 
 Sits by the river
The peace of the water
Gently flowing past
Sooths his soul
And speaks to the 
Quiet place within
Where the man
His life of hectic pace
Is left to another place
Of work and obligations
Deadlines and schedules to meet
He dreams of childhood games
Listening to his heart speak
In the solitude of the retreat
A world held at the end
Of a rod and string
He thinks of simpler times
Old friends and travels far
And lets the river
Run through his veins

Roxanne©