(written from Dorothy’s Ridge, Little Rock, Arkansas)
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| 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.
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| 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,
Tranquil and
Hazy.
Yesterday fades. My
Summer wanes.
Reflect on this moment as sunlight casts its
Image of tomorrow and
Daylight brightens,
Growing
Endless.
“A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.”
― Laura Gilpin
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Be sure to follow my friend Dorothy’s blog – Reflections from Dorothy’s Ridge.
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| Dorothy and Me |
Lovely! And I loved having you visit!
Thank you for your hospitality:) I had a wonderful, peaceful time with you and Terry before heading to AWBU where we were busy, busy!
Lovely description of a lovely place indeed.
Great peom- captures the spirit precisely!