Poem for the Guadalupe River from a previous Mystic camper

I remember the river flowing so peacefully and slowly you could almost miss its motion I remember the river mirroring the vastness of the starry sky stretched far beyond the nestled valley I remember the river with its deep dreamy green reflecting neighboring billowing trees I remember the river offering its soft morning mist to accompany you at dawn s asking I remember the river the smell of moist algae below with crisp cypress wisping just above I remember the river the way it carried our laughter as we floated along I remember the river how it felt like a silent companion and inevitably gentle guide how it felt timeless ever present and patiently waiting for our return I remember warbling Peace I ask of thee oh river peace peace peace I remember learning of having more while others have not I remember learning of how easy it was to turn away while others have no choice I remember the river And I don t think the river remembers me I don t think the river remembers at all but I think she invites Invites us to be thankful that the gift has been given The gift that seemed ours for a time at a time that was beautiful And at this time it is our turn to let go Each gift each life not even ours our own I remember the river though I cannot understand her I remember the river and as I do I feel her too I remember the river and I ask of her peace peace peace The post Poem for the Guadalupe River from a previous Mystic camper appeared first on The Texas Observer