Slow River Waltz by Matt Quinn

Slow River Waltz

Come and walk with me down by the river
where it’s winding its way from the town,
where it whispers of woodland and pasture,
and it wants us to follow it down

to the bridge where the brambles are growing,
to the track where the steam-trains once sang,
to the hedgerow that edges the meadows,
to the tree where the rope-swing still hangs.

Let us drift our way down to the weir
where the silkweed lets down its green hair,
to the pool where our childhoods are swimming.
Come and rest for a while with me there.

by Matt Quinn

Editor’s Note: Sometimes we just need a poem that will bring us a little bit of ease.


4 responses to “Slow River Waltz by Matt Quinn”

  1. Janice D. Soderling Avatar
    Janice D. Soderling

    Fine work, Matt.

  2. Sarah-Jane Crowson Avatar

    Lovely! I love the silken weariness of it all

  3. Karin Avatar

    Love it, Mat! Makes me go all dreamy… might use it in class in autumn with your permission

  4. John Savoie Avatar
    John Savoie

    smooth natural anapests

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