Poetry: Travelling Through by Emma Morris

PUBLISHED: 10:50 13 March 2014 | UPDATED: 13:34 13 March 2014

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'Travelling Through' by Emma Watson

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Hereford writer Emma Morris' poem 'Traveling Through' explores the inevitable change of a stream from her childhood.

Are you the river I always walked through?

stood in your coolness

and sometimes talk to,

about such foolishness.

I remember....

My dress would sway

in the breeze, and in the current flow

my toes would play

it was so long ago.

And now...

That dress no longer fits

and you appear smaller,

my bones do so click,

no longer ones of a scholar.

I remember...

It was such fun and the stories,

with harvest suns setting,

air that carried no worries,

bland now, a result of endless fretting.

Oh I am forgetting...

The daffodils and daisy chains

left on tree branches,

the showers of rain,

how we’d run and take our chances.

I do recall...

How the trees would whisper

and dance in the sweet air,

it would always make me shiver

with it lifted my hair.

But now...

Like time I suppose,

it moves and changes.

We are both now,

of different ages.

However....

You look the same,

unless my eyes play tricks.

Maybe less tame,

but still bordered by sticks.

My dear...

Your colour seems to have faded away,

as has mine.

Although it could be the dullness of the day,

or hidden sunshine.

Oh.....

Where did you go?

river I once knew.

Have I simply forgotten,

or were you just traveling through.

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Poem by Emma Morris

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