Meditation by the River
The wind whistles As gusts make a flower bed Of white caps from the east side Of the Hudson To the palisades On its western shore
The sun glistens in the waters of the Saw Mill The river ripples round the rocks in its midst and rapids just before the water falls The boxwoods
Begin readingThe wind whistles As gusts make a flower bed Of white caps from the east side Of the Hudson To the palisades On its western shore
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