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

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