What comes to your mind
when you say the word,
I live on a ridge overlooking a winding 50-mile long creek in western PA.
This special place in my heart is called,
by local people, like me.
Others know this as the Connoquenessing Creek.
I have writing of my love affair with this river all my life.
I found a poem today on a blog. In this poem, I can feel memories and love for this river.
I am glad to re-blog this poem so that I can enjoy it today on SCAN.
I love the use of “hair” and desire that is wind-swept through this poem. It is memorable. Thanks for sharing.
I’d like you to visit this blog link and read it, too.
Red the poem below and please respond with a comment on your own idea of what a RIVER means to YOU. Thank you!
If you like the poem, please leave a comment for the poet.
Spread the Happiness.
I LOVE YOU FOR THAT!
Published by Lynda McKinney Lambert.
You can visit my story about my favorite creek here in western Pennsylvania Read it here!
River, I hear you call me to you,
Gone are the days when I walked
On your grassy banks, the wind in my hair,
But still I hear your song,
The air thick with desire,
If just for one more time I could come
On summer days I would often come
Finding peace as I watched you
Around, all that I could desire
My spirits lifted as I walked
Deep within a joyous song
As the wind tossed my hair
Wayward always was my hair
As I felt each season come
Accompanied by a different song
That I sang as I danced beside you
Many miles over time I walked
To walk was always my deep desire
Now I am filled with a deeper desire
So different is my hair
No miles now will ever be walked
Never again will I come
But I never will lose my love for…
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