The Sittee River

The Sittee River Tumbling down from the magnificent Maya Mountains, The rabid Sittee River rushed headlong, Over-flooding its banks and the giant mangroves On its long journey to the open Caribbean Sea. Once forest green, the River’s color was now a dirty brown. Hundreds of floating logs all rafted and chained together Like creeping caterpillars lined up on a dead leaf. These lumbering mahogany logs, once majestic living trees Would be transformed mostly into polished furniture. Attention captured by this rambling rapidly roving River, As a child I sat at my window wondering, What other dark secrets did this wandering River hold? Could it reveal the life of the ancient Mayas, other civilizations, or more? I may never know. Today the old beautiful River is clear and bitingly cold, Keenly listening – Vigilantly watching - Waiting for new adventures to unfold! Note: As a child, I grew up in the Sittee River Village in Central America, and this is one of my earliest memories of the River.