| Suwannee Recycled From drops of rain a river is born, in a swamp of cypress trees; Her mother the earth, her father the sky, her family the rocks and leaves. Starting her journey, in dawn's early light, her clock begins to mark time. She slowly awakes and makes her way down, while leaving the mist behind. And childlike she plays, so free in the wind; dancing along with her song. Mixing then mingling and swirling about, as life starts rushing her on. Her sisters the leaves, drop in on a breeze, and float on her back of water. While brothers of rock, her way they do block, inhibit her in moving much farther. Retreating she flows, as survive she must! gravity pulling her onward. She twists and turns, she winds and bends, she's got to keep moving forward. For the ocean waits with wide open arms, to welcome her with his new tune. His mother the sand, his father the wind, his family the sun and the moon. Entering the bay, that the ocean sent ahead with the tide to greet her. She tastes of the salt, she mixes with sand, as the warmth slowly envelops her. Here she will linger, in her new found home; while tides rise and fall every day. Sharing of herself and her fresh waters, with the nursery that within her does lay. For it's in the bay that the river and sea, mix and meld, becoming as one. Nurturing young life with their union, 'til at last out to sea they run. The earth and the sand, the sky and the wind, along with their family and friends. Have played a great part, in their history until they're recycled again ... © 2003 Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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