Oh, have you heard the river roar
As water catches white
Whispering sprays as rapids flow
By cliffs of misty light
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Many years carved beautiful tears
This river now alive
With colors bouncing off the waves
Falling hues from Spring dive
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Ancient treasures along the way
Lost years of yesterday
Works of wonder hidden below
Beaches of sand and clay
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Found by hands of the river
Waiting peacefully bright
Primitive tools needed for life
Perfect beauty in sight
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Many have followed the rivers path
In awe of natures lure
Riding above life we know
Adventure is for those that tour
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Oh, have you heard the river roar
Waiting there to explore
Cherish this wealth of gifts bestowed
Opened by heavens door
YOU ARE READING
Heavens Door
PoetryThe Buffalo, the first National River. A place I used to go, to float the river when I was young. I was thinking of it today. It flows for 135 miles through the Ozark Mountains to the White River in AR. In the spring the water runs with beautif...
