I walked by the Old Lumber River today
And I considered all the beauty there
Such a Peaceful PLace--it trully was
Far removed from a World hard to bear

The River flows slowly much like "TIME"
So go the days of our lives here below
I came to the River to gain Renewal today
For I love this Old River So

The natives once camped by these Banks
When Man and nature found "Harmony"
There's richness and beauty in Days gone by
And the Lumbee--they were so "free"

I'm going home one day unto the Sun
I will follow my God then you'll see
I'll find the Eternal Waters and River of Life
And like the Lumbee--I will be "free"
LIKE THE LUMBEE, I WILL BE FREE

KEN KING (adapted from a previous poem) November, 2000

This poem is dedicated to the "Faith Team"
of Berea Baptist Church, Pembroke, NC,
who have been my Guardian Angels
and helped me in many many ways.