Borders
(First poem about the river)
When I was younger
This was always my border
Between home and what ever was beyond
but I did not know it was you.
You meandered around my world
Being ignored and unnamed
I met you often
but did not recognise.
Sorry for me back then
but your worth I can now see
Here I can grow with the plants
and run and sing with the birds
So now I am older
you are now a well known friend
Not a border across
but a place for my journeys to flow along...
Poem and photo by If - June 2019
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