Friend or Foe

How quickly you turn From friend to foe When over the edge Too much of you flows; Drowning dry land Where once there was drought Stranding good people With no easy way out; We’ll wait for you To recede again Once contained in your bankings We’ll again call you friend


Many miles seen and traveled Across rolling hills and fields Cutting through chasms and rock Forming mud and mossy yields. Flowing under rustic covered bridges Past bustling freeways; country roads Where ducks search for dinner Hunting plump, chirping spring toads. Camouflaged by weeds and water Webbed feet, swimming with fishes In the depths of deep… Read More Downstream