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