The White River writhes
past islands thick with green ferns
and wild birds sing
and wild birds sing
A green shypoke flies--
The serpentine river flows
curls and swirls below.
The river burbles
over bright sandy shallows
murmurs over snags.
Red paddles steer past
fallen trees that could tip them--
the White River sings.
--Barbara Spring
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