There were two strangers
Who met by the sea
She saw the light in him
And so did he
They said hello
Soon became friends
They talked of their lives
Till it was time to go
They took their boats
And each rowed away
Thinking of the other
And what was left unsaid
He took the high river
That traveled the cold lands
It was cold, gray and miserable
There was no one at hand
She took the low river
That traveled the wide plains
It was hot, dusty and humid
Every day, a drain
Soon there was a dark storm
That lashed o’er the lands
The dark lord's fury provoked
The rivers in turmoil
He rowed with all his might
But the current was too strong
The oar was soon broken
And the sails were torn
She rowed with all her might
But the current was too strong
The boat tossed, hit a rock
And the hull was blown
So both drifted along hurt and worn
Till the river calmed down
Soon the sea was approaching
But rescue there was none
As the high river and low river
Both merged with the waiting sea
The friends saw each other
With great relief
The currents drew the boats together
And it made sense to see
That his boat could use the oars from hers
And together they could reach
So they rowed together then
And rowed with delight
With the sun’s warmth on their backs
To reach land, now in sight
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tale-of-two-strangers/
