April is a
kind month here
Hedged in
budding green
Along the
river in muddy paths
Dusted
with a yellow blanket
We walked
there, we still walk there
To see the
levels of the water
Raising
and lowering, ebb and flow
As the
river goes
So goes
time and life
In and out
of all the ways and paths
Of all the
streets and sub-streets
Alleys and
dead-ends and in-between
All the
paths converge and feed
Run off to
the waiting course
The air
joins in to hold its part
Heavy and
moist the humid vapors
Hang as a
reminder
A memory
that won’t be pushed aside
As days
just past in our Southern land
When we
walked and wandered
And felt
the emotion in the air
The passion
of the river that leads
Runs through,
run through
Run on
through and never stop
It never
stops even in the shining sun
The air
will always carry the memory
Of those
heavy days of passion
When the
south was our new home
All was
new to strangers led blind
To a
strange new land
Welcomed and
taken in
The hospitality
of legend
Alive and
well
Flowing and
ceaseless
A river to
rely on, a river relied on
Deep it
runs so deep and still
Life it
runs on life so deep
So deep
and still and life runs on
Runs and
flows over and around
Up and
down and April comes
No longer
cruel since it was stolen
Away from
the West to the Southland
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