Anyone leaving or entering turns and looks. <br />Moving up to the edge of the bank. <br />The river where children I wonder at them all. <br />Rowing hand in hand, <br />side by side, canoe or the boat. <br />The tow rope, <br />she is laughing and sitting next to him. <br />The stern to turn is no one who pulls that. <br />The land and the sky, given time. <br />The steep banks, <br />seeing white water where there is no shoals. <br />And there is her firm body or his strong beating heart. <br />So is the mind, <br />where each one has believed to rest, <br />come and follow. <br />Being that large few are absent. <br />Across the short distance you did not find at all. <br />Then being strong, <br />he begins about her to think of them as one body. <br />Think carefully about where you are at. <br />The mouth of the river is large, <br />and trees hang out over each place where your feet are.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-strong-3/
