Follow the flow

Following the flow of a meandering river has to be one of the most enjoyable and relaxing ways to spend your time. You come across so much, if you are paying attention. Nature, wildlife, civilisation and, if you are unlucky, people. I’m joking a little bit about the last one, but my main purpose for a walk like this would always be peace and quiet.

Rivers change so much, around every curve there can be a new world to be discovered. Sometimes they are as straight as an arrow, running through the city, fortified against flooding. Then they can become a wilderness of tall grass, where childhoods are spent hiding and forts are constructed. Maybe they run through industry which seems a tragedy as an adult, but as a child was a wonderland of unknown and dangerous intrigue.

But, however you view them, they are a source of life. Veins and arteries, which cross our lands giving sustenance to all the organisms which depend upon them. So they must be cherished, cared for, and not allowed to deteriorate. For, if we are not careful, before long they may clog. And what were once healthy vessels with fresh water coursing through them, could become choked trickles struggling and shrinking.

So, as with the body, we must be careful what we put in, what we take out, and check regularly for any problems. Treatment must be quick and, hopefully, we will all live long and healthy lives together.

© Neil Hayes and neilsworldofenglish

Disappointment

When a child, they are a god to you

They lead, you follow

Bigger, stronger, more confident

Then you grow, begin to catch up

And finally overtake

You want to learn, to improve

But they seem to be stuck in their ways

Even regressing

Unwilling to change, to grow up

They weren’t clever after all

Just bigger and stronger

What a disappointment

My big brother, America

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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter

Suspicious

Do you ever get a feeling? One that you can’t quite put your finger on. It sits there, at the back of your mind. Just a thought that something isn’t quite right, or not as it should be. A feeling of detachment, of disconnect. A suspicion that we don’t belong, that we are merely visitors. Sometimes suspicions prove to be true and the facts present themselves. During a brief visit you must use your time wisely. You must act, live. Stop dreaming and do it. But I have another suspicion, I already am.

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© Neil Hayes and neilsworldofenglish