Below is the poem entitled WHITEWATER River ---of Coachella Valley-- which was written by poet
Pfost. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The August sun does not reach
the shadows of the old mesquite
as it grows in the river bed.
The soft dry sand, the sultry heat
invites the visitor to sleep.
Thunder in the mountains
rumbling through the hills
white water washes the boulders down
The mesquite is gone, scattered.
A seed pod rests in damp sand.