STANDING BY THE RIVER

Walking along a path, my ears took in the sound,

The loud rushing of water in the distance.

There she stood staring out into the scenery,

A woman of such beauty, all alone.

I didn’t make a sound as the words of her song echoed all around,

A voice so soft but filled with the power of a tune.

Standing by the river in the middle of nowhere,

No horse did she ride, from where did she come.?

Dressed she was not for a dangerous hike

But like that of an angel in white,

She did not see me but did she know I was there.?

Listened did I as she sang from her heart,

As I turned to walk away, she turned and waved,

Never a word between us, her song I could still hear far away.

Keith Garrett