River Spirits

by Thomas K. Hunt

From Tibbets Point to the Castle
Life keeps flowing north
From generation to generation
We keep passing the torch

There's mystery in the Islands
From Carlton and beyond Big Round
Folk lore and thousands of stories
That have all been handed down

Sunken ships and pirate tales
And ghosts that wonder still
Buried treasure and Indian graves
On Grindstones hallowed hill

A river so deep that no one knows
The depths to which it goes
A river that's so beautiful
Yet so dangerous with its flow

On a blackened night between the lights
Headed in the wrong direction
Many a man has lost his way
And become the rivers possession

Lost souls that still sail the night
Wandering from bay to bay
Bemused spirits drifting along
Still trying to find their way

Yet the river is a dreamland
For both the young and the old
Cool yourself in the summer heat
With fresh clean water and behold

The seductive paradise that traps your soul
Never to let you go
When my time is ended
When my days have ended for me
You'll still find me on my river
Among the spirits sailing free


Posted on 02/01/2015
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/02/15 at 08:49 PM

I enjoyed the fine flow to this, the story telling anchored in real places, a sense of exploration, and a real love for this river and life.

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