Riverwalk

There is a place that I know,

Where the gentle breezes blow.

Lying just below the street,

The river is such a treat.

The fragrance of the flowers,

The cypress tree that towers.

The warbler sings his joyful song,

As two lovers stroll along.

People dine by candle glow,

As waiters hustle to and frow.

Gentle waters calm the soul,

There is so much to extol.

The path that wanders to the heart,

Never wanting to depart.

You won’t miss that old gridlock,

When you’re on the Riverwalk.

LDT December 3, ‘22