What I Noticed Down By The River By. Author's Narre
There is a stark contrast Of movement and stillness here. Pensive trees hold each other’s Hands along the river’s edge. They seem to contemplate the Water flowing like liquid wind In one direction towards The unrelenting West. Kneeling over their reflections That undulate in the water They are able to watch Each leaf fall from their branches. They fall one by one by one Into the downward pull Of the sweeping current That carries all away with it. They bend so far down Towards the water Outstretching their arms Desperately back towards the East.
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And so pitiful it is to Watch the logs floating by Bobbing in and out of the Water as if gasping for air.
to remain by her side. To be the best friend I could be. Sydney. “I’m sorry.” The words spilled from my trembling lips as I hugged him close. He didn’t hug back. Maybe it was because of the pillows and drink cooler taking up both of his hands, maybe he was mad. “I’m fine.” Liar. Pulling away, I watched with misty eyes as his mother pulled her upper body from the car and smiled back at us. Noreen was a pleasant woman, dirty blonde hair that had grayed with age and stress. Her ice blue eyes held this sort of warmth that one didn’t normally see in many people’s eyes. They were so sincere and welcoming. “You girls-” She caught it, but it was too late. The push became an underanticipated shove and he whipped around, walking in the direction of the park show. Casting a sympathetic glance at the hurt woman, I helped her grab the rest of the items from the back seat of the car and we trailed not far behind him. Setting her gaze on me, the woman seemed to take in my appearance. Curly blonde-brown-ginger hair, pale freckled skin, medium blue eyes. “You’re a good
