In response to prompt : Meander
Meandering River
O wandering river tell me,
Where is your country,
Is there no end to your,
aimless wandering?
Are you homeless,
because there’s nothing
to hold you back?
One moment you
begin to ebb,
The next moment,
you are flowing.
You break one shore,
and rebuild the other.
What will you do
for one who loses both shores?
You’re wrong to think I’m a stranger,
Don’t you have some time,
To tell me about your joy
and sorrow?
O wandering river,
I’m only asking you a question,
Don’t you have time,
to answer me?
……………………………. 😦
Sabethville 