Gentle Giants


Rider's view in Avenue of the Giants, California.
Rider’s view in Avenue of the Giants, California. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Gentle  Giants

 

Packed together shoulder to shoulder,

 

Stretching higher than a rainbow’s sigh,

 

The redwoods reach up and scrape the sky.

 

No wider than a river’s grin,

 

No longer than a cloud can cry.

 

What majesty these giants portray,

 

As they reign from day to day.

 

Their subjects are content

 

For gentle do the scepters sway.

 

Only the wind can make them smile

 

As they share wisdom for awhile.

 

Tall and proud they guard the land

 

Gentle giants mile after mile.

 

 

 

The River’s Heart Is Cold


River Seridó
River Seridó (Photo credit: grungepunk2010)

 

The River’s Heart Is Cold

 

The river whispers to me as I walk along her banks,

 

She welcomes me into her depths but I stop and say, “No, thanks.”

 

She tells me she loves me and I almost believe it’s true,

 

Yet I know she’ll be fickle always and someday we’ll be through.

 

She shares the latest gossip she heard in meadows upstream,

 

I say the rumors aren’t the truth and they’re not as they seem.

 

She runs along beside me and her excitement she can’t conceal,

 

And she makes me vow secrecy for reasons she doesn’t reveal.

 

Her playful moods change rapidly especially after a pouring rain,

 

Angrily she gouges out channels when her banks don’t contain.

 

I would claim her as my own but her spirit runs wild and free,

 

She murmurs she loves me too but she’ll never belong to me.

 

I’ll be there to clean up her debris when clearly she’s to blame,

 

The river‘s heart is too cold to trust but I love her just the same.

 

 

 

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