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The Boatman

Every morning at the river bank
The native boatman lies in wait
People climb aboard the boat and
He ferries  them across the river

He sings a romantic song
In a clear, mellow voice
Looking at the skies above
And pouring out his love

He sings of life, he sings of love
Keeping  all rapt in awe
Everyone feels an inner peace
Along the river ride

As he sings his song
The river makes a ripple
The oars sweep the waters
Guiding the boat to the shore

Boatman, what is it that guides you?
What gives you that glow?
Is it the song in your heart? The birds in the sky?
Or the creator above?

© copyright skm,  April 23rd, 2011

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  1. April 24, 2011 at 1:23 am

    It’s the calm of the river, the embrace of the water’s expanse, the unchanging landscape of the river surface, all this and much, much more.

  2. April 24, 2011 at 1:36 am

    It is a beautiful poem. I can really visualise it. Keep it up :-))

  3. April 24, 2011 at 4:35 am

    Hi thesmartbilli – thanks

  4. April 24, 2011 at 5:46 am

    Reminds me of the boat rides I have had:)Thank you:)

  5. April 25, 2011 at 9:42 pm

    The boat is like us floating on the path of life or the river and the river gets angry in some places and difficult to pass with the boat just like in real life.

    Thank you for the beautiful poem,


  6. April 27, 2011 at 8:10 am

    Very mellow, yet very uplifting. Good stuff! 🙂

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