Friday, February 25, 2011

Stone cold River

A river splits the valley
its length is so distant as it may be
up the stream couple miles away
as you walk up there on your naked feet

Through the downstream where bushes lie
and stony road built in between
only a few dares take the risks
where misty field keeps silent still
where ghosts and beasts keep marching on

And the valley remains unchanged
in purity which never be ashamed
and the river endures the name
no one takes chance except who dares