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