Along The River Banks

************* Tracing outlines on the bank, river water laps against the docks, Rocking boats about causing them to gently bump repeatedly. Jetsum, bobbing as it sways, floats along in perfect rhythm with the river's beatific song of day. The river comes alive as the sun arrives. Frogs' hearty croaks herald their waking, as the sound of fish splashing, and chasing other fish tails around, is accompanied by their distinctive scent. Fish fins and scales, scraped and thrown down, lay in fly studded piles on the ground, while, searching for good spots to catch the ultimate fish for their frying pan, mens' murmuring voices, whisper in the air, and join the chorus of the river song. Quietly the sun drifts away as little birds ruffle their feathers in the wet, and call out, as they each find their last catch of the day. The buoy rings as it tilts back and forth, warning the fishing boats to stay away. Fresh and fishy gusts of air play along the water, causing lively little waves to roll in ripples smiling welcome to those who wish to stay, rest awhile on muddy banks and listen to the sounds the river makes, when it awakens for the day.challenge poem to hear and smell the river song Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 03:41 PM PST   0 • 10