Fall At Wenatchee River

Autumn clouds drift over the Wenatchee River Changing from blue to a metallic silver I walk it's shores as the greying breaks As it captures ochres and greens in reflection shapes Translucent ripples in undulation dance Insects skim the waves with their life they chance Trout break the surface to share my view If I am the first man to be here, what a debut Ancient rock from a long ago past Scatters it's slopes in sporadic cast Stones and boulders of all shapes in sizes Carpet this podium like neolithic prizes I go back to my canoe, the way out I came in A Scotsman leaves humbled in his skeletal skin To be here for this moment brings a tear to my eye As I turn my head and look back, reminds me why http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america-2.php