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Path To The River
March 19, 2017
— flow, poetry, river, sanctuary, shelter, water
Santa Cruz River
Santa Cruz River
On the way down to the river the thick grass rustled as we walked
Animals scampered away as we approached, finding shelter
Our thirsty tired bodies were weary from days of hiding and running
The heat of the day was dry and brutally bright with white sunlight
Tears fell into the river when we finally touched the water at last
Our latest disaster might be averted by this running stream we found
We can fill ourselves and our canteens with liquid we hope is not foul
Our lives have become precarious, supported merely by twists of fate
There is no question that we must drink it, polluted or not, or we will perish
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Thank you Dorrie. We do tend to be destructive as a species.
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I love the various places you go to.. and streams & creekbed are pretty interesting. I think about them and can almost hear the gurgling of the water
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