I’d follow all of these rivers for you

Though withered and weathered, I stand

Through torrents and gale-force, through glacier snow

Edging my way to dry land.

Like I the sail-boat, all tattered and torn

The oncoming current is she

I stand at the bow, a worrisome brow

As silent I’m swept out to sea.

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  1. Helen Reynolds

    Beautifully concise, not a word wasted. Feels like you wrote it whilst watching the amazing seas and winds that we’ve been having recently, powerful description.

    Jan 08, 2018 @ 10:15 am

  2. Amanda Harris

    Thank you for submitting this Tom and brilliant you are sharing your work.
    Have a fabulous, creative 2018

    Jan 09, 2018 @ 3:30 pm