The River Has Its Memories by Mary Etta Metcalf

sitting on the shore of the river… i watch as the barges pass
they travel in either directions with various destinations
there is a calming affect upon me as soothing waves pass
the river has its memories…as do i

i think about what the river has seen…the secrets it holds
as it slowly floats by me…i feel the calls of past adventures
events of history…some recorded…others unknown to us
the river has its memories…as do i

my mind tries to capture all the essenece i feel of past times
the loves…the losses…the miracles of births…even the sadness
lives this river has seen of days gone past…millions of years
the river has its memories…as do i

my minds eye sees all the men and women pass before me
with all their stories for me to imagine…all to feel in my soul
i realize someday someone else will add me to the history
the river has its memories…as do i

End of the poem

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