The River Is Sighing
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing
As its waters flowed lazily toward the west,
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
They tell me her fish are no good for frying,
Technology prevents her from reaching a crest
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing.
As I sat resting along the bank, I felt like crying,
The view hindered by barges floating abreast
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
I could see the pollution along her edges drying
Not in negligible amounts, too much is manifest,
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing.
A few civic-minded folks who care keep trying
To clean up our waterways, doing their best,
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
Tugs were anchored at the ship’s store buying
I wondered if the tugs ever take on a guest,
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
Written April 4, 2022
submitted to Brian Strand's
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