River of life,
You don’t speak words.
You sing in a way
That’s so rarely learned.

Miss Mississippi,
They put you in song.
I don’t know the lyrics,
So I just hummmm a-----long.

Portrayed as an old man,
You’re life’s metaphor
Like the rocks on your bed
Water pounded and worn.

We may build dams and
We may erect dykes, but
The force of your nature
Will strike like pikes.

Teach me river
To ride life’s currents,
Twisting, turning,
Cresting and churning
along.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eh9WayN7R-s
Ol' Man River from Showboat

As someone who has the privilege of living in a place with many smaller water ways and mountain streams this piece touches a place in the heart. I spend countless hours out back each spring, sitting next to the stream in my back yard. I find nothing relaxes me more.

I so enjoy your work.

Thank you, Range.

You're screamin at me today without even tryin.

Love this!

must be one of those reflective days