The "mighty" Kern

Most of us think of rivers as women- ever changing like their moods, but mine was a man - a lover - a friend, The Mighty Kern. Like the rapids- his life, his pain, his love rushed through my veins and had the power to change the boulders of hurt into tiny grains of sand,... fine enough to trickle out of me like the sand in an hourglass. His smile warmed me like the sun would a tree on the bank on a frosty morn. And those eyes - deep like the forest that surrounds. His love overflowed like the river as it reached the dam,... My Mighty Kern Copyright: October 27, 2005