This is a poem from Shasta's perspective of the crossing of the Winding Arrrow into Archenland. I wrote it during NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) Like most people I appreciate reviews :)
I am not C.
Crossing the Winding Arrow
The Winding Arrow winds it's way
East from the mountains to the sea
Crashing against rocks, shooting spray
This is my homeland's boundary
The green North is calling me
From the opposite shore
Calling me home to be
Free there forever more
We find a place where we can ford
And wade into the swirling freshness
Making our way ever toward
The great green banks of wondrous gladness
The river clatter fills my ears
Dragonflies dart swiftly
A gentle wind takes all my cares
A strange excitement fills me
Charging through water churning
Our journey is nearly done
Droplets of water turning
into diamonds in the sun
Bree calls out, voice loud and grand
As we step onto the northern bank
"Friends we are in Archenland!"
The river dripping from his flank