Water… River Promenade

Walk to the river’s edge, my son,

And read from the poet’s life…

Fortunes atop white-capped waves,

Trials across grey-worn skies.

Words flow like hallowed water,

Testaments to fire and years,

A snow-wept cross, his burden–

An apotheosis of tears.

–C. Green

*After strolling along the Eastern Promenade, I walked through Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s childhood home today…*

Water

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