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 

  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

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