lately, the rivers in our region have flowed at all time lows. there are places upon the upper Suwannee River you can literally straddle.
Have you ever held a river in your hand?
Cupped the flow and made a dam?
Straddling the banks where I stand
Passes the Suwannee trickling lazily down.
Once upon this place the paddle wheel steamed
To lumber mills the cypress logs jammed high
Now I place a walnut shell vessel in the stream
And watch the ant upon the twig mast sail by.
Have you ever built a bridge out of sticks?
Spanned the Suwannee with your skills?
Then let it fall with just a little kick
As sands crumble and the pylon holes are filled?
Can the infant skip the smooth stone across?
Where once the man strained to cast aflight
the rocks into the far swaying moss?
Little David's all felling the giant once mighty.
Can the man outrun the river once swift?
When raging it carried him in uncaring abandon?
The white waters churned, the canoes did lift
Tossing the contents, washing ashore in distant landings.
I lie in the cool tannic and slowly I drench
The once under toes now jutting to a dry reach
All about me lies the death of a rivers stench
The water lost man unable to drown upon the dried beach.
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