Something I've neve done before...

My mom moved a couple weekends ago. Not completely, but most of the "essentials" have been moved into the new house. She still owns the old one and we have been going back and forth getting stuff. Anyways...there's an old desk that was my dad's that we kept the computer on. Well, when I was in high school, I put together some poems that I had written and kept them in a binder "hidden" in the depths of this desk. No one ever looked in the one of the drawers, so it was a good hiding place. Not that I was really trying to hide them from people....I don't care if my poems get read or not, it was more life a safe place I could keep them and be able to find them later. And that's what I did. The desk is still at the old house and I went back and got my poem book before it got "lost in the shuffle" (which I'm hoping some of her old as dirt crap that she never uses or looks at does...shhhhh....I didn't say that!). I decided to put them into a file on my computer "just in case". Looking back at them makes me remember some of the not so fun times in my life. I was a poet when something came to me. i always had something to write on because I never knew when it would hit. My poems came in pieces sometimes too. It would take me weeks to finish some and some would come to me whole in three minutes. I only found about half a dozen and one looks to be still a work in progress. I use to love coming up with poems and short stories (still looking for my collection of short stories). Sadly, the most recent poem I have is from 2000. What happened? My mind just started focusing on a hundred things at once and I haven't been able to relax and unfocus enough to let things come to me. I'm hoping to pick it back up in the near future, but like I said, I can only write when something works its way into this chaotic head of mine! Anyways....on to the "something I've never done before"....I'm actually going to share a poem with everyone. It's my most recent (June 2000) and I must say, my favorite and most creative. It came to me pretty much as a whole poem and not in parts. Well, here it is. Feedback is fine....I take criticism well. Enjoy.

RIVER

I dreamed I was a river
Peaceful flowing free
I dreamed I was a river
Racing toward the sea

Calming to the spirit
Beautiful to see
I dreamed I was a river
Tickling at your feet

I dreamed I was a river
Soothing all I meet
Passing those around me
Helping them feel free

If I could be a river
This one thing I know
I’d reflect the beauty surrounding me
Everywhere I go