It is calming here where the banks slip slowly down
to the river side
and the tide is on the turn,
and though it yearns to reach its sea,it takes time to whisper the secrets of longevity to me.
A curlew knew me too as I sat here,but
it flew away holding the secrets that it would not say.
She returns to me along the river and in each tide I'll be
that much closer to the
sea.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
It is calming here where the banks slip slowly down
to the river side
and the tide is on the turn,
and though it yearns to reach its sea,it takes time to whisper the secrets of longevity to me.
A curlew knew me too as I sat here,but
it flew away holding the secrets that it would not say.
She returns to me along the river and in each tide I'll be
that much closer to the
sea.
Request permission to use this poem