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The River's Passage



The River's Passage
By the water of the creek,
A passageway of flow,
The water takes a distant turn,
Like basses running low,
The trees upon the sidelines,
Hold their branches like a bridge,
Though what indeed is holding ground,
But water through the ridge,
Dance upon the water's edge,
And music shall appear,
For lengthened are the shadows cast,
Upon the winding way,
The willow's song is ancient,
But the signature's half-time,
For faces now reflect themselves,
Upon the sunlit day,
Distant tones and melodies,
With strings upon the glen,
The violin is stringent,
In its quest to stay in tune,
For will a bridge in fact collapse,
When sharpened are the strings,
Or will the raging rivers,
See the light of midday noon?
-Pamela Storch
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