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A narrow path between the trees Beckons with its mystery Tangled mess of shrubs obscure The view of where the trail leads Branches weeping touch the water As birds above me sing and fly The river's flow takes its time Critters sun themselves on rocks nearby Puffy clouds drift aimless aloft From rivers edge jut piles of logs Geese swim by with their young in tow River rats laugh as they paddle and row #poetry #poems #writing