The River

October 17, 2011
By Savannah Walker BRONZE, Wilton, Iowa
Savannah Walker BRONZE, Wilton, Iowa
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I stand looking over it.
Shades of blues, browns, and greens make a color all its own.
I start the familiar descent.
Down something I dread yet love.
The rock stairs piled with brush crumble beneath my feet.
I jump in and take my seat.
The rumble of the motor as it starts soothes me.
The smell of gas fills the air.
We’re off.
I can feel the breeze picking up.
I look out to a never ending path.
We pass islands of golden sand,
Warmed by the hot summer sun and thriving with creatures.
The sights, sounds, and smells relax me.
Almost to a point of complete meditation.
I am at peace.
I could sleep for hours here.
This is what I love most about home.

The author's comments:
This is a poem about my home, where I grew up and how much I love being on the river. It calms ame and its where I feel at home and at peace.

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