Respect for the River
While the river looks rough
From the hills up above
When you are in it stuff
Seems to give way to love
Of the rush and roaring,
The rapids engulf you
In the whiteness rushing
Throwing the boat into
Disarray, perhaps turning
It over and your life
Jacket keeps you floating
Amidst the turmoil’s strife.
Yes, it’s that rush, the fear
You might drown in the waves
But your hope in life here
In your body makes you brave.
And I love the water,
I love it so, but know
When seeing daughters
And sons drown, it deserves
Respect for its steady flow
That rushes until I can
Only feel this majestic
Beautiful wave caress me.
May 2023
The Salmon River is just a part of me and I love it. This poem is about that and my knowledge that people constantly die in it because they don't fully respect it, often out of a lack of understanding. It's a dangerous river because of its depth, its current, and its deceivingly calm spots. People who aren't familiar with that don't get it and people who are familiar with it sometimes, at their peril, test it.
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