The Merrimack River
Behind the Holiday Inn
A path leads through the woods
Across a patch of waist-high grass
Then through some trees to the river.
Before the dams
Salmon swam one hundred miles
Up the Merrimack.
Before man
A glacier filled a valley
And pushed the river up around this bend.
I come to this bank on a sunny day
To see the sand beneath the pools along the shore
And look across the wide expanse
That seems so timeless.
The river flows dark and gray
Beneath the warm sun
Constant movement
Deep stillness
As it waits
© FXKearns 2009
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