Popular Poems About Rivers

Early memories have me counting
jellyfish as we ferried
across polluted, weak-coffee water

There were the days I spent in fear
of some dreaded illness
after tumbling out of that little rowboat
my best friend "borrowed" from a neighbor

How we didn't get stranded
in the middle of the river
I'll never know

There's something magical
about being twelve years old

It's still a thing of beauty
when fireworks reflect off the surface
and at the right angle
on a clear day
it masquerades as...