River Race

Mary Naylor  confirmed
Is the river still running in 'rado,
Still hurtling over the rocks round those turns?
Does it yet throw spittle of rage-white foam
On that rocky river's edge my soul calls home?

Is the river still running in 'rado
Oh, please, let me see it one last time!
Death is here, I know. I see the old black crow
Waiting in the shadows of my mind.

Is the river still running in 'rado,
Where I ran and swam and played long ago,
Hair flying in the wind, sun-burnt nose.
Hear it roar in heaven, calling me home?

Published by Mary Naylor confirmed

I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t...  View profile

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  • 3lilangels3/9/2009

    cool poem!

  • Mary Naylor3/8/2009

    Thanks, so much. No, this is not about me leaving. Like so many of my poems, it is a
    combination of my experiences and the those of the world around that I focus on. Poetry is so beautiful in that it enables us to walk in another's shoes and makes our own lives so much richer.

  • Lisa Renee.3/6/2009

    Excellent poem!

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