Dancing River

Accompany me and listen to the music of the singing, dancing river rushing on its way to the rocky ridge.

Feel the cool spray of the river shower as it tumbles over the jagged rocks of the falls.

A river that travels constantly until it takes a quiet pause to form its delightful winter art during the icy chill.

Cold that is only temporary as the water waits for the dancing journey that resumes when the warm days begin and the river music starts again.

poem by Carol Pelletier
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