Wild River
Drifting by variegated green banks,
Moving water in all shades of blue.
A trout flashing his silver sides,
The setting sun in a golden hue.
The brown of restless rocky bottom,
Shadowed eddies beaded with black.
Wiley otters play in shades of grey,
A wood duck with gilded red on it’s back.
The Klamath River a kaleidoscope of color,
One of the last wild rivers in this “golden” state.
California once crowned by natural beauty,
Safeguard what remains… before it’s to late.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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