It was Spring
When you flowed gently by,
I was but a child
When I wondered and questioned why.
Why do the river keep running on and on?
To where have all the ripples vanished and gone?
It was Summer -
How good you looked
So calm, so quite.
I was a young woman
Full of dreams of what might,
Strolling along your winding bank;
My hand in his.
As the snowy swans swam by,
He stole a kiss.
It was Autumn
Softly the leaves fell from the trees on your bank.
I was a middle age woman
Watching the driftwood as it sank.
The family had a picnic
By your banks, so peaceful and still,
My grandchildren played.
As the autumn wine came.
I felt a chill.
Now it was Winter
Crashing waves come over your banks so high.
I am an old lady,
No more I wonder or question why
You symbolise life
Yet you claim it too,
But I wrote this verse
Just from me, to commemorate you.
mai venn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons-beside-the-barrow-by-mai-venn/
