Twig

I cast away a twig of hope
That noiselessly lands and floats serene
Blind knot eyes upturned on the river's slope
Admiring the peaceful scene;

You travel under arched bridges and towering trees
Between jutted banks strewn with stones,
Gently ruffled by the afternoon breeze
Blending and swirling the brownish tones;

Where your journey ends I do not know
But time matters not on your drift of grace,
Down the river, out of sight from me you go
To laugh silently at the human race.

by Paul Gerard Reed

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