Down the Valley

Down the valley, 
churn and bubble, 
runs the river 
on the double, 
flowing past
town and trouble. 

May every care 
frown and drown, 
mix and churn 
submerged in brown, 
cleansed of what 
slows us down. 

Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Two weeks at my new job, and the weekend washes any cares away. Whoever thought of weekends was a genius. Okay, I had to look it up. Who’d have guessed that it was Henry Ford, partly to market his cars. Not only did he help give us weekends, he gave us cars. But he didn’t invent rhyming. We humans have probably been rhyming as long as we’ve been talking. My middle son took to rhyming when he was under one year old. Some of us never grow out of it. So enjoy your car, your weekend, and a little ditty. May it be magic.

16 thoughts on “Down the Valley

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  2. Such a fun, rhyming poem, Brenda. There is magic in a rushing river, and you did a great job of capturing the magic and making it fun. Funny note about Ford inventing weekends, too. Lovely post, thank you.

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