The River

Brooke Borcherding
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The river
wide & full
runs through
the rich valley
of farm`land
trickle`filled
by streams

On shore
huge pumps
hum sucking
water thru thick
pipe to fields
for whirling
sprinklers

One field
today Another
tomorrow until
the valley gleams
green in sunlight
as tho painted
by an artist

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to The River

  1. and so it was…

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