Thursday, June 30, 2011

River Life


On Saturday the rain came down
We watched the water rise
The Clark Fork is muddy brown
A mad and swollen river in reprise

Eight foot banks have disappeared
The river has features of a lake
Flowing swiftly to the northern tier
Stealing everything in its wake

A house, a car, finds trees and railroad ties
They bob and roll swiftly while they float
While the cloudy dark gray pregnant sky
Offers no reprieve to the land it soaked

The spring rains fall for three more days
When the angry river finally crests
Experiencing nature’s powerful ways
And a way of life in the Rockies’ golden west

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