Why hurry little river? <br />Off to the sea. <br />All there is to do, tis'sink in blue, <br />And all forgotten be. <br /> <br />Stay right here with me, <br />In the pasture and mead. <br />Where graceful maples rest, <br />And grazing cattle feed. <br /> <br />O' my melancholy river, <br />Fed by lazy, winding streams. <br />Slow down thy hurried pace, <br />Linger in my woodland dreams. <br /> <br />Little river rest, <br />Your banks so clean and fair. <br />Wild Toms edge out a drink, <br />On a wing and prayer. <br /> <br />In August heat and sunbeams glisten, <br />O'er your shallows and sandbars listen. <br />In nocturnal reverence you're so divine, <br />My little river, defying all but time. <br /> <br />Your whisping willows haven, <br />Bluebirds sleeping in their nest, <br />Brittle branches sway and swerve, <br />Steadfast they stand the test. <br /> <br />My little river that goes to and fro, <br />You wander as if, a need to know. <br />In Southern air, facing snows embrace, <br />Run fast or slow, you've won the race. <br /> <br />So why hurry, little river? <br />Trickling off to oceans sea. <br />All to do, forget the blue, <br />And stay right here with me.<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-little-river-author-favorite/
