Reflections

Pulling from the poetry vault of my earlier years. I wrote this poem at 17 while just hanging out at the Walter Hill dam. It was published on the cover of the Senior Issue of The Liberty Bell, (Oakland High School's newspaper) my senior year, 1977.

When we were little, I remember going to the river with Mamma, Aunt Louise and Grandmother and Grandaddy for picnics in the 60s.

Reflections

I sit here and I watch the rolling river

I see the sky of blue above my head

The birds and I, we talk for countless hours

The trees become my fortress

The sand becomes my bed.

I lie back and observe all nature's beings

And feel the power of a simple stone

And gaze at all the years that lie within it

Or in that mighty oak or fossiled bone.

The sun shines down and tells life to keep living

The flowers obey sweetly and with grace

The sun soon turns in to take its night rest

The moon creeps in quietly to take its place.

The wonders of this world we take for granted

Take heed or the mountains will come down

The rivers will flow out into the ocean

And the stars will fade never to be found.

I'd love to live where no one else existed

Just to make friends with the life that lives so free

I'll never stop living in my dream world.

I'm holding on to endless reverie.

LindaDodson

Pictured with my Aunt Louise, probably summer of 1965.