Burn’s River

owl in the woodland trees
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a poem for River

River, a warrior woman runs through you,

She conjured up a wish, and from it you grew,

Till love, a bright son, came into view,

Now, a valley of green surrounds you anew,

Towering pines and woodland caribou,

And the moon, Behold, Ancestry’s hue,

Whispering:

Hold open her door, and the universe shall hold you.

—JD Robertson


جوليا ديانا — JD Robertson, is an award-winning author, and journalist—A first generation Arab-American, who grew up between worlds, and currently resides somewhere in the middle with a bird’s eye view. 

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