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The Mighty Mohawk

It carves its way through the hills and cliffsides, too far from the oceans to feel a tide, by Rome it is narrow, but here it is wide, great locks of the Erie let barges rise past sand bars and rocks shoals that undermine; the only way west back in olden times. From ruined aqueducts, kids they will dive, along scenic 5S tourists will drive, look above and sometimes bald eagles fly scanning for bass that in the current thrive, while deer come to shore looking to imbibe. Rambles until the Hudson is in sight, the mighty Mohawk is ever alive.

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Sunlite Wanter

Date: 12/15/2018 6:46:00 PM

The spirit of the Native Americans. Enjoyed reading it.

David Welch
Date: 12/15/2018 7:21:00 PM

Thanks, but this was actually written to describe the Mohawk River, one the major rivers in upstate New York near where I live. Though it did cross several ancient territories of the Iroquois, Mohawks included.

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/15/2018 2:47:00 PM

I enjoyed this nice poem :)

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 12/15/2018 2:30:00 PM

Hello David Welch, the Mohawk Indians are forever alive. yes they are.A wonderful written poem. Have a nice evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 12/15/2018 6:14:00 PM

Thank you I enjoyed this poem. Have a nice evening my friend.

David Welch
Date: 12/15/2018 4:09:00 PM

Yes, they are, though this poem was specific to the Mohawk River, not the nation. Though I'm sure they have plenty of poem about them too. Thanks for reading.