Sometimes I lay in the loft and hear the water hit the docks.
The boats sway and their bumpers whine.
Ducks call out with protesting quacks and geese
continue their conversation in mid-flight.
I’ll miss you when we leave, dear river;
but will keep your sounds buried deep in my peaceful heart.
spanishwoods 
You just made me feel peaceful too
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My job is done. 🙂
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Loved this.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you so much.
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Nice catch!
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Wolf’s photo…:)
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Nice picture, make your words even more placid. Don’t the ducks or geese sound like they are conversing? Thank you S.! 🙂
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Yes sometimes they do!
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I’ll miss the dear river too. I like the sound of your poem.
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Thank you!
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“bumpers whine” – what a great image!
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Thank you so much!
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