What brings ye?

 What brings ye?

Like a benevolent old father who accepts

All his children

No matter the offense or abandon

The river seems to take us in

And so we come to partake of

The loving presence

Some just to have a beer and fish

Some to sit and simply drift

One to workout frantically

Just using a means to an end

Few to find a word for a rhyme

The river giving inspiration

All are welcome at any level

No need for a degree in hydrology 

Or the fanatical rancorous green

The river could care less

And that is why we love it so

Jon boat drunk or yaking yuppie 

It's a river for all levels

Benevolent for sure

But every now and then

Sending forth a gator or a 

Swirling current

To take one under

It could be they never quite

Knew the river

But the river knew them

I cannot recall if I wrote this.