Ohio River Poems - Poems about Ohio River

The boat rocks gently under a reddening sun; is it wrong to wish for a Viking funeral, to ponder a last journey West into the dying light? I could rest my soul here in this skiff on this long warm wave of evening; allowing the wooded lands, the sloping meadows, the smoke-stacked barge brimming ports, the patched up river towns to slip on...

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Herons fragment the mist, appear and disappear while remaining motionless. The skiff rocks as a coal barge trundles past. A dewy sky shivers. Nowadays he just sits in a boat looking at Ohio. This morning the sun reached the top of a willow and got stuck. He rowed toward the bank thinking to get under the tree, filled an imaginary pipe full of...

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My boat rocks gently under a reddening sun, is it wrong to wish for a Viking burial, to ponder a last journey West into the dying light? Strangers have always been my friends, they intuit the liquid and inflammable nature of this thing we do. I could rest my soul here in this skiff on this one long warm wave of evening; let the wooded...

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lights flicker on the far side as Kentucky folds its dark robes a barge nudges the river into dusk bundles of clouds kindle a shimmering pause the river opens its body to swallow the sun knee deep in shadow a heron yawps silver fish ripple through shoaling branches here on a crooked pier spawning stars surface from the milky eyes of the recently drowned...

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River Findings The Ohio winds around hills and streams down the hollows passes steel mills, brick yards and scrap yards. It carries tug boats, pushes barges, and hauls black coal stripped from the mountainsides. The Ohio’s littered banks are home to train yards filled with graffiti-covered box cars rusting relics of the Southern Pacific and the Norfolk and Southern railroads. Erector set bridges...

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