I am the river that through the meadow goes, <br />I run from mountains capped with winter snows, <br />And whisper by barn and silo, calf and cow, <br />As shepards sing, and milkmaids come and go. <br /> <br />I bend and flow about the weeping willow tree <br />that dances in a summer breeze and drinks of me. <br />I pass by jonquil, violet, sage and summer rose <br />I am a music that this meadow knows. <br /> <br />Today a maiden fair comes to lie beside me, <br />More beautiful than flowers of this field is she, <br />She sings a song of love and long ago, <br />More lovely than the whispers I can flow <br /> <br />I wish I could show her how I was long ago, <br />When I was a tumult roaring, not a river slow, <br />I could have carried her with surging love, <br />As high as drifting clouds above. <br /> <br />She dreams of her knight, armor flashing in the sun, <br />She dreams of love and passion, pure and golden, <br />She is no Ophelia, she will not come to me. <br />I am but a whisper beneath blue-skied eternity. <br /> <br />I am a river, whose whisper slows, <br />I am the river that through the meadow goes.<br /><br />Dennis Lambert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-the-river/
