Another
3rd grade tour
Well, yes, Anna, this is the
same river
the Nipmuc
Indians knew in 1651,
it was here, they fished in
it,
and, yes, they saw ducks like
those
on the
other bank over there,
and, no, it’s not too deep,
but, here’s another way to
look at it:
the river is new today,
it’s filled with new rain,
it carries a different twig
over the dam,
it swirls new bubbles
from the fish we
didn’t quite see,
the river has forgotten the
feel of a canoe,
forgotten how to
turn the mill wheel,
it has learned to ignore
the ever louder
sounds that crowd the air,
and it sniffs in surprise
each time new
toes are dipped in its currents,
and those ducks on the other
bank
are new this
year, too.
Richard Carl Subber (Rick) is
a freelance editor, a writing coach and a historian. He lives with his family
in Natick, Massachusetts, USA. He’s a former newspaper reporter/editor who now
indulges his love of the right words.
Rick is a proud grandpa who is teaching his granddaughter to read and
write, in case there is poetry in her future.
His poetry appears in The
Australia Times Poetry Magazine,
miller’s pond poetry magazine, The RavensPerch, Northern Stars, and
elsewhere. His blog: http://barleyliterate.blogspot.com/
sweet, thoughtful write
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack, and a tip of the hat to your "Doorstep Dilemma" on July 22, a knife-sharp evocation of the mystery of estrangement...
DeleteExcellent! I really love this piece.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and expressive poem, Richard. Thank you for sharing it. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Thanks Peggy, Rev. Reynolds - it's always a rush to share and learn with Whispers poets
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