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 waived,


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

            Keith Garrett