Imagine days of old <br />when snow kept people home for weeks <br />a fireplace in every room <br />travel by horse and carriage <br /> <br />the strong gentle man <br />clears the drive meticulously <br />the sight of him clears it's own path in her <br />like a river raging <br /> <br />he works long before the sun <br />tiring all limbs <br />doesn't know his own beauty <br />she wonders if his efforts are returned <br /> <br />a cold sight to passerbys <br />yet warmth to her <br />the way home surprisingly not far <br />for living in different worlds <br /> <br />in every room there is space <br />space enough for him <br />at meals always enough for one more <br />still no one is there for her to give <br /> <br />if it were days of old <br />he would have been her king <br />ruling with wisdom and kindness <br />all to him surrendering<br /><br />Lauren B Called<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-river-87/
