A solitary workhorse amid leafy waters
The ancient wheel turns lifting, grinding, creaking
A million gallons flowing through its innards
Gushing, bubbling, cascading downwards
Carving smooth mosaics out of rugged rocks
Silken slate molding moss-edged riverbanks
Perpetuating life through time
Carving life-lines into teeming river beds
Fern clipped banks wait in misted hush
Wild garlic scented air, stilled by time
Shimmering against the pink-grey plumage
Of a lazy Wood Pigeon quivering
As he surveys the wooded banks amid leafy grandeur
The river winds its way endlessly on through time
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Rosy Gee
I write short stories and poetry. FeedMyReads gave my book a sparkling review here. I have a weekly blog: Rosy's Ramblings where I serialized my first novel, The Mysterious Disappearance of Marsha Boden. Come join me!
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