The River

I wrote the first draft of this at one of Ian Parks' Peace Workshops in 2018. This is for him in honour of his upcoming 60th birthday with thanks for all the help and advice.

The River

In future times when struggles past
have faded into history
the silence of the rusted guns
lifts us to the mountain top
where, trickling down through purple rocks,
the melting snow
forms rivulets both clear and pure
that merge and grow -
a delicate, determined stream
cascading to the land below
where the river roars and foams
and flows with currents deep and fast.

(c) Tim Fellows 2019