A Poem, The River Flows Never Ceasing, October 21, 2020
Gulls along the Mississippi in Muscatine, Iowa
The River Flows Never Ceasing
The river flows never ceasing
Fifty degrees, sun in the sky
By the river, ring billed gulls on the shore
A lone fisherman in a boat
Checking to see what is biting
The mighty river flows by
Pulling the water downhill
Towards the Gulf of Mexico
This river has been moving
For millions of years
How many have come before?
Settlers moving west
Hunters moving east
How many have stood on it's shore?
With water at their feet
Creatures of all types
Some never to be seen again
The river flows never ceasing
A mallard laments that
The summer is ending
And the snow and ice
Will be here soon
The river flows never ceasing
Through summer heat
And winter cold
The gulls stand in a line waiting
They know the mystery
The river flows never ceasing
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