The River’s Call

By the river bank, where the waters play, And reeds bend low at the touch of day; I walked with echoes of distant dreams, And pondered deep in the water’s gleams.

Oh, the river runs with a joyful sound, A melody sweet, that knows no bound; With whispers soft that fill the air, And secrets told in the cool night’s care.

Each current weaves a tale anew, Of time that flows and cycles round; A gift, a bond, in the twilight blue, In silence deep, a promise found.

• Wilfrid Wilson Gibson