There is a small village near the river.
The sun shines on it to bring a great bounty.
Plants and animals grow strong through the summer.
On lazy evenings, all join together in a quiet song.
They sing with joy as summer fades to autumn.
They are united in their hope for the coming harvest.
The river flows down from distant mountains.
Its clear, cool water teems with life.
Fishermen pursue an honorable career along its path.
Perhaps this village is only an idea.
However, I hope to find a peaceful village soon.
I look forward as I pursue the dream.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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Original image: Silent Alley. By Miguel Virkkunen Carvalho Image license