New Poem - Wild River

Well I am having such a difficult time and my poems are reflecting this, Another dark image in this one.

Wild River

I see a wild river blocking my path

I see a bridge destroyed in their wrath

I see a dark army no quarter allowed

I see myself lonely but brave, head unbowed

River Wye at Ross, photograph by the blog owner

Ahead's a wild river,  I must cross o'er

A boat is the answer, but would it be slower

Than the approaching horde at my back

The bridge is no answer; ruined, burnt and black

The Rollright Stones, The Kings Men
photo by the blog owner

I'll cross that wild river, cross and survive;

I'll summon my friends, let them know I'm alive.

My supporters will rally and help me across,

I'm not done yet, I'm no albatross.

I wont be a burden, wild river or not

But I know I need help, to cut that knot.

I'll take what is offered, no more and no less

And I'll pay back my dues by being a success.

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Christmas display at Wyevale garden centre

photo by blog owner

Excuse the "silly photos but this poem would not come easily. In these circumstances, I often create a photo board. Just a little trick which helps me to get the story together - sometimes.