Something About Rivers Sings

Always in my heart my mind my soul there has been something about rivers; for me rivers sing, tugging at my heart strings... with an ebb and flow, that will not, let go soul - Fishing on river banks on wharves is a nice delight to bait hooks in time honoured anticipation of bite; first upon hook strike from depths in waters out of sight... to pull in long line oh joy to reel in rod line cast - On river banks standing thinking enjoying watching currents whirlpool ebb and flow; there is a peace, which first appreciates calms... then time comes an urge, to dive in to swim now - Dive in to swim still waters is not good for fishing but oh the call the call of cool waters hot day waiting; even on rainy days or in chill winter creeks fast running... in high mountain alps with young ice cold water baiting - would not Sam the water rat release swim desire pounding rush joy fast rapid flow in high pass mountain waters leaving; within my soul screams swim swim immerse within swimming... chill winter call on flesh under water fast swimming swimming - means chill air bite exposure wind is not winning winning soul in joy is moments free moments bliss bliss living living; old river time in high mountain creeks is young young calling... water time shifting changing terrains climates is bewitching - Always in my heart my mind my soul there has been something about rivers; tugging at my heart strings, for me rivers sing... with an ebb and flow that will not let soul go - Copyright © Terence George Craddock