In memoriam of Barry Kline, beloved husband of our own Sheila Kline of WritersCafe.org, with much respect and love.
The River's Son
The Son of the River watched whitewater waves
He knew in his heart that this challenge he'd brave
For this was his passion, a deep inner zeal
He'd risk all assuaging the River's appeal.
The struggle would be on The Mighty Lehigh
He'd rush down the mountains with skill keen and spry
He'd lace between rocks and the branches of trees
Boat dipping and tossing, alive and so free!
In winter the waters were stopped with their ice
He waited impatient for this was the price
The River extracted from Son brave and true
But spring thaw was coming with pleasures anew.
And now late in years, the wild River's Son rests
He longs for his boat and the River to best
No longer he braves the fierce waves of today
But yet in his mind, he continues to play!
Oh, River remember your Most Favored Son
To You he gave all when his life was so young!
He cherished Your freedom for all of his life
He thinks of it still in his hours of strife
And please rage forever with most frothy churn
It's Your joy of living for which Men most yearn
And when at the end we do lay down to rest
It's You we'll remember and how we were blessed.
©2009 Sheila Kline and Richard Puetter
All rights reserved.
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