this river runs ragged
thru the hills
i always return here
to hear the sparrow-song
& listen to the water rush
along the embankments
like a manic mind
bursting with zeal
this river runs ragged
thru my soul
i always find peace here
laying in the mud
& smelling the smoky scent
of burning firewood
this river runs ragged
(Photo by Jeff Sheldon on Unsplash)
Beautiful blog
Thank you!