The river, cold and swift, cuts through the mountain side,
Oh, how a river whose blood is washed away,
The end of its journey is where treasures are found.
© 1999, Ms. Carol Dierking
"River"
Opening the earth, generations took to hide,
Softening the remnants of tokens, idols and bone,
The steal clear water absorbs the past unknown.
Can keep right on flowing each and every day,
Never wavering to reflect the past,
Waters crashing onward ~ steadfast.
Somewhere in a cave or crevice underground,
Lies a shimmering pool, reflective of the land,
Centuries of droplets, rest peaceful and grand.
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