FOLLOW THE RIVER


 Watching the water as It flows' down stream,


 I walk Its' path on either side.


 As the river turns,' swaying from side, to side,


 The rushing water crashes and throws' Itself at me


 As I make my way along.


 On my journey past trees and hills,'


 Notice do I the bright sun and big white clouds'
 Passing me by.

 Follow, follow the river on a course chosen by Itself,


 Onward, downward until such a place where the water 
 Lies still.

 I follow the river to a resting spot,


 Now It Is time for this soul to sleep.


                Keith Garrett