Look at that old river, sitting there so still <br />Full of fear, almost frightening - got to get <br />to that old river tonight somehow. <br />Freedom calls for me tonight, dreams only of old <br />dusty fields - no more, no more at last - got <br />to get to that old river somehow. <br />Is that biscuits I smell in that old kitchen - not <br />tonight I cry - across that old river tonight before <br />I die. Out the door I began feeling the warm breeze <br />in the air. Oh Lord! Help me to make it there. <br />With each step my feet got heavier and heavier - holding <br />my breath, scared to death. It's just me and you Lord, <br />sure can't turn back from this journey now. <br />This night seem longer somehow - suddenly I could hear <br />voices from afar - must be getting closer I sigh. Come <br />on over I heard someone cry, got to get across this old <br />river, freedom before I die. <br />Slowly, down the river we went, my heart gave a big sigh. <br />Suddenly, the boat hit solid ground - I jumped up <br />Hallelujah! Lord! I made it to the other side. <br />As I began to look back at that old river, it didn't seem <br />so big at all. Good-bye Old River, Old River Good-bye<br /><br />Cassandra Mitchum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-old-river/
