The Heights of the Ohio

Ever heard of the beautiful Ohio? The writer in me wants you to know - River life has its anecdotes My granny, a German immigrant, mastered that river in dinghy boats to attend a Lutheran church. I've crossed its waves on a raft that floats. The writer in me wants you to know - My father conquered the Ohio on a ferryboat two times a day. Except... when April rains closed the floodwall. Then his carpool drove seventy miles one way to cross on the next nearest bridge in not-so-nearby Owensville Bay. The Ohio River changes its flow. The writer in me wants you to know. My grandpa walked it in the depth of winter's freeze; my grandkids explore its fossils in summer's drought. Swimming it upstream is not an easy breeze but its muddy shores hold childhood treasure. It's where we teens met with our main squeeze. August 14, 2021 Sponsor Constance La France Contest Name Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021