There Are Those Places

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There are still soft places in the world, places that look rough,

But are soft, slow, nowhere else I’d rather go. There are those places.

They are the places that make the mind wander in wonder.

They are the unpolluted places, free of a symphony of bitter sounds.

They are the mountains, looking on at all the Earth from the top.

They are the valleys, looking at the giants all around.

They are the canyons, looking at the exposed layers of time.

They are the rivers feeding the wildflowers of pink and blue.

They are the rivers quenching my thirst for the wild.

They are the rivers carrying my restless soul.