Spring on the River

Puffy clouds float across a deep blue sky

The river flows continuously; life goes by.

Trains thunder past the place where I stand,

Whistles, horns and shouts fill up the land.

People drive their cars in search of gas,
Knowing their supply cannot forever last.
Men, boats and barges slowly move the coal

Waves on the water raise up and roll.

Spring on the river; frogs serenade,

Dogs on the grill; pink lemonade.

Peace on the river, sweet smell of grass,

Talk of the future, memories from the past.

Some have the ocean; others live with snow.

He likes the city, She wants to go.

We live the river, whether high or low.

The people of the river always seem to know

How to live life daily; how to face the pain.

Crossing over bridges as states change their name.

"Hello from the river!" we shout from the bank.

God moves the river and it is God that we thank.