River Wild

A man grasping a stick walks along his route. Houses with no foundation built to there specifications. A village boy who arrived here get’s hold of some binoculars. He looks through the lens in search of the river wild. I will keep on looking he confesses until I can see it. The tea break of a lifetime people took they wish they didn’t. Cars that droved were being pulled by the force of nature. Small kids weeping, parents in search of there little angels. We had a heat wave but did not want to soak to the ground. A foundation broke down scattering thunder for everyone. In search of the missing voices but found empty closets. My lens is drenched say’s the boy how can I see the river wild. I need to inform everyone the event of a lifetime. Identify the loved ones that were yours say’s the uniform man. I would really I would but which one is mine can you tell me.