Down by the River
When everything was different
Down by the river
where fears evaporate
the wattles whisper stories
of times now out of date.
Frozen footsteps in the sands
upon the blossoms trodden
when everything was different
and now mostly forgotten.
Ghostly memories drift along
the languid weary creek
meandering next to the tracks
where water spirits speak.
If the waters could iterate
times from long ago
and transcribe into new memories
ancient tales, they know.
When water slaked thirst
fish was for sustenance
fires were for cooking
rhythm was for dance.
Rituals and ancient rites
are hidden in the bones
ethos and concerns
are mysterious unknowns.
The wind whispers a language
universal now and then
and the babbling of the brooks
whispers over and over again.
Down by the river
memories drift along
and float onto another place
a different day and endless song.
©
David Rudder
29th September 2020
Thanks for reading.
