The river from the east
flowed down the countryside.
It said,
Born of a spring, I am clean
It takes work
to provide water for all in sight.
The animals drink from me
I give of myself freely.
I try to do the right.
The river from the south
provided another flow.
It said,
I am powerful
fast and quick
partly born from melted snow.
I cannot help but be
more than a little muddy
Because I gather as I go.
Muddy said to Spring,
“Why not join with me?”
It said,
“We could be a team
and combine.
It is time for us to be.
We will run our course
and become a great force.
We can truly flow freely.
Spring said to Muddy,
“Only if I can remain pure.”
Muddy replied,
“Of course you can, I am sure.”
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Two rivers converged
and it tried with all its might.
It is now said,
“The spring was overcome
no longer pure
it is a muddy sight.
Learn this one thing
mud corrupts a spring.
A muddy river flows down the countryside.
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© 2014 ck’s days
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Kind of a lesson in being wise what you merge with! 😉 Very thought provoking! Is that a river near you?
Yes, about two hours north. South of Jackson Hole, Wy. It is the Hoback River.
Love the poem and the pictures!
Thank you 🙂