River

The river flows through me
Says the small town thats trying to grow
And the river knows.
It passes children throwing bread to the ducks at the pond
Flows under bridges holding cars that think five minutes of traffic is long
But the river is a traveler and never stays around.

The river flows through me
Says the long, thin valley set between mountain ranges
And the river knows.
It passes herds of cattle branded by lonely ranchers
Meets up with streams that trickle down from mountain snow
Is partially dammed by beavers with their enormous buck teeth
Ever quenching the thirst of the elk that roam free

The river flows through me
Says the oasis in the desert
And the river knows.
Saving the lives of lost wanderers
Leaving pools where new life can begin
A source of peace in a sea of burning sand

The river flows through me
Says the bustling city
And the river knows
And she hates it
Being sucked near dry by a surplus of thirsty people
Being drained to make each lawn greener than the one before
Pipes leading to swimming pools that no one ever swims in
And the river passes ever on.

The river flows to me
Says the hungry ocean
And the river kisses his waves with her dwindling mouth
Only to be swallowed and forgotten

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