(written from Dorothy’s Ridge, Little Rock, Arkansas)
|my view from Dorothy’s Ridge|
From my spot high atop Dorothy’s Ridge, the Arkansas River appears calm and unmoving, yet I know her water churns from Rocky Mountain headwaters. Winding across our country’s mid-section, she flows through Kansas and Oklahoma before slipping past me.
Although I can’t see the next bend of the river, I know she empties into the mighty Mississippi River.
Although I don’t know where life will lead, I recognize that’s part of the journey.
|Arkansas River headwaters at Leadville, Colorado|
Dream of sunrise high atop a ridge
Overlooking the Arkansas
River. Worries seem faint,
Obscured by a veil of morning mist,
Yesterday fades. My
Reflect on this moment as sunlight casts its
Image of tomorrow and
“A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.”
― Laura Gilpin
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Be sure to follow my friend Dorothy’s blog – Reflections from Dorothy’s Ridge.
|Dorothy and Me|
Dorothy Johnson says
Lovely! And I loved having you visit!
Talya Tate Boerner says
Thank you for your hospitality:) I had a wonderful, peaceful time with you and Terry before heading to AWBU where we were busy, busy!
Dot Hatfield says
Lovely description of a lovely place indeed.
Gayle Glass says
Great peom- captures the spirit precisely!