The Swamp Witch Writes a Poem

Sometimes The Swamp Witch sits by the Hudson River and writes, this day she wrote a poem. I too have sat by this river writing and reading many times with our children playing nearby, with a picnic, or canoeing with a friend, or biking or kayaking with our family. She calls the Hudson River, "My River." She sent this one to me, I love her poem, I love her.

The Poem

The years go by, and memories die
The same as people do.
And when they've died the endless tide
Takes all that we've been through.

The silent grave, the endless wave
Hold all their secrets fast
Through countless years, forgotten tears
Still tightly hold at last.

And so to keep, before we sleep
The stories that remain
We must record in written word
The things we should retain.

Such tales of truth from age and youth
Before the die is cast,
Preserve them now for we see how
Today becomes the past.

~The Swamp Witch  10/2017