My Home River

Ah, river, river, silver river!

Island-born, I lived inland;

loved you, river,

even more than I did the foaming ocean.

Floated and swam in your slippery-smooth embrace: 

your delighted daughter

sunlit or shadowed, under trees overhanging the banks, or among reeds,

or out in the exposed middle.

Each patch of river had its own 

separate, boundaried temperature: shiver-chill

or warm in a way that relaxed and expanded the blood.

River, river, my childhood river,

winding through my years, the first fifteen,

before I was moved too far away – 

pouring down the gorge, erupting in rock-punctuated torrents

or else spread like a lake, underneath fleets of little boats ...

you are my home, my love, my heart, 

if only in memory, still forever –

real river, dream river,

never lost, 

never forgotten.

Tamar river (Tasmania) from Brady's lookout (near Exeter). 
Original uploader was Kyle sb at en.wikipedia - 

Transferred from en.wikipedia
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Written in response to Poetics: The River at dVerse.
Also linking to Brendan's Weekend Mini-Challenge: Home at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. 

I set out to make this a descort, and it nearly is, but they're not supposed to have rhymes and in this one it was nice to do rhymy things with the word 'river'.