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  233.     

Life

Life is like a river.
The river of life is long and deep.

Sometimes the river becomes rough,
and the swift current overwhelms.

Rocks protruding from the waters
become obstacles threatening our path.

These parts of the river, like life,
for all intent, seem to be impassable.

Water thrashing around us
On the edge of succumbing to the cold water.

At these times we feel, ironically,
as if we may drown in the river of life.

When we feel we can no longer swim,
and it feels as if all hope is lost.

The current slows, the water warms,
and our journey on the river ends.
 
Spidey Ortiz

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  234.     

Bloody Mary

how much blood
has the rivers drunk?
intoxicated by hate
impoverished by war

how much blood
has the rivers drunk?
over, and over
as the waves of innocent lives
crushed the shores
while their leaders plotted
how much the rivers would drink
teaching millions how to think
marching, singing patriots of equal stupidity
hero’s by day
idiots by night
fighting some war
they thought was right

how much blood
has the rivers drunk
out of broken glasses, or silver chalices
mixed with tonic water, or ginger ale
oh what stories the soldiers do tell
veterans reap the benefits
of wars commercialized
of generations analyzed

how much blood
has the rivers drunk?
how many can walk a straight line?
how many escape the centuries of time?
how much blood
has the rivers drunk?
how many will still drink?
 
Keith Ricardo Williams

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  235.     

The Once Great River

In the once great river pollution is rife
Nowadays it does not support much aquatic life
In a polluted river fresh water fish rare
Pollution can cause extinction of that much we are aware
On the polluted river few water birds to be seen
Most of the river pools covered in algae of green
From sewage and wash of chemical fertilisers that in drains into it does flow
With so called human progress the scourge of pollution does grow
Pollution in it flowing to the distant ocean shore
The once great river is not great anymore
Do not drink of these waters the warning signs say
Pollutiuon is rife in the World of today
And the once great river flows on muddy gray
To the mighty ocean many miles away.
 
Francis Duggan

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  236.     

Ode To The Peshtigo

It starts as just a trickle, a spring which comes up from the ground, fed by many tributaries, to become one of the biggest rivers around.

Always there, constant flow.
Before it had its name, Native Americans used it as a highway, for even today people still travel it the same way.

This river has seen many a traveler, explorers, settlers, trappers, loggers, fishermen, hunters and boaters.

Spring, summer, fall and in winter, even though covered with a blanket of ice and snow, the river steadfast in its flow.

Stretches of water, blissful and serene.
Its rapids, waterfalls, noisy when one is near, yet tranquil to the ear.

This river is home to many animals, fish and birds.
For whoever visits this river, many places seem yet undisturbed, but one thing is certain, the river will always be there, constant flow, the mighty Peshtigo.
 
Alvin Schaut

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