White Water
Whirling to a killing degree
Hundreds of lives at risk
In the river
The people grasp the sides of their canoes
Everything, a white stormy scene
Water with such attitude
Although it tumbles, it always gives back
The joy of the speed
Everything proceeds
River, river, settle down please
i love your poem!!
ReplyDeleteWeek 6 . . . I love the line "the joy of speed" from your poem White Water. Perhaps you were just tired, but it seemed you ran short of energy and/or time on your entries for Week 6, your last push to the sea. I would have predicted some account of your arrival at the ocean or the vote at the mouth of the Columbia. Still, thanks for all your hard work.
ReplyDelete$B (you can up Week 6's pay with a few more entries)