"Pomme de Terre"

 

"Pomme de Terre"

Greg Budig 2021

Reflecting the sky.

Winding slowly through 

bovine rich pastures. 

Following the contours 

left by the glaciers. 

Wandering it's 

way to the 

pelican gulf.

Stare at the ripples 

smoothly flowing 

through the cattails. 

Shimmering diamonds that

reflect through the stream. 

The river is singing, softly

slow moving, dancing 

around the bend. 

A voice quite soothing 

as it laughs at the 

shoreline. It gurgles 

and mumbles by the 

algae green stones. 

Trickling music carried

downstream by minnows,

turtles and frogs. 

Swept beneath bridges 

and beside gravel 

roadways, it moves like 

a serpent as it winds 

its way home. 

In the summer it's lazy.

 In spring it grows wide. 

In winter it falls into sleep. 

The End