SNOW ALONG THE RIVER


 There's a path I walk, through trees of empty branches, 
 I walk,


 The Winter wind blows chilly, across the hills of white 
 Color.


 Down below in the distance, see do I the rushing water, 
 I see,


 The sound, Its sound like a chorus of drums and trumpets.



 Hearing the crashing against everything in its path, 
 Hear it,


 Nature has a plan of its own, still it invites us to  
 Share In it.


 Snow along the river has such a beautiful appearance, 
 It has,


 Walk as I do, my mind painting this vision of a dream, 
 I dream.


 Winter is a wonderful time of year for all the scenes 
 It may show,


 Just to see snow along the river, many places I would go.


                                             Keith Garrett