The River Connects Us
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Bird
Description goes hAs I looked up at the big blue sky,
I saw a bird flapping by.
Now I have questions! I want to know.
How do they do that? And why can’t I?
I have arms, so can I fly?
I am going to try.- Aria (Age 8)
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Docking—Figure Eight With New Rope In Blue (a cinquain)
Sun, wind
Cut deep furrows
On deck wood and crewman’s
Hands alike. Only rope is new,
And blue.
- Tom Gillaspy 2024
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River Town Hangouts--A Haiku
In the land of ribs,
Blatz beer bars, and Harley hogs,
Kawasaki roars
- Tom Gillaspy 2024
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White Pelican
Skirting the red osier marsh,
bounded by burgeoning
fox sedge and wild rice,
bulrush and manna grass close-by,
A primordial lily pad pool erupts
as ten-foot wings spread
over the water,
slowly gathering speed,
pushing a surge ahead
like a twin-engine float plane.
Rising on sun-warmed air,
then higher and higher,
catching midday thermals,
he soars with antediluvian grace,
transcending the peak
Of the Mountain Whose Foot is Bathed
in the Waters of the Great River.
This elegant white bird with black wingtips
carries his own sashimi
to the Migration Planning Committee.
- Tom Gillaspy, Summer 2024
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Going West Through The Arch
While you are still crossing over,
Not yet renewed
By these fast-moving waters,
Living still in the present,
In the humdrum of the now,
Covered with dust of the past,
The dazzling
Stainless Arch beckons.
In slanted early morning light,
Rainbow dew drops
On shoreline sedge reflect
The bejeweled archway span.
Leave the old, broken,
Wrinkled ground behind!
- Tom Gillaspy, Summer 2024