Short Natureriver Poems
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A year ago the Yangtze River Dolphin was declared extinct.
In Memoriam: The Yangtze River Dolphin
November sunset --
Quickly does the evening fall
Upon the village.
The Yangtze River still flows
Past the fossils on the shore.
As the river calmly downstream churning.
Foliage of the trees is starting to fall colors turning.
Rays of sunshine through the tree lines.
Shadows dancing right over the river side.
Soon nighttime will become moonlight.
A different ray to calm all life.
The flowing river, water
smoothing over pebbles, moss,
the gleaming reach of leaves
fanning the stream, and
beyond the river, beneath the
neighboring plain,
Meaning
echoes in the warbling cry of
sparrows: the river is more
than it's purpose. The river is
Life.
The river rises above the city,
covering every object it sees,
merciless and persistent it continues
to roam, leaving many grieving for
their homes, the fauna that surrounds
begins dry-rotting to the ground,
when the river finishes having its way,
one quiet town will be dismal and gray.
I wish I were a river
How beautiful I would be
With a flowing mane of green water cress
To wave so eloquently
To lie upon my back all day
And feel the winds pass by
To see them stirring in the trees
As it billows through the rye
Glorious is the river
As I sit beside its flanks
Oh, what a perfect picture
This regal river makes
Nur schwarzes Wasser
Wie die Nacht ohne Mondschein
Heute die Mandau
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Only black water
As a night without moonlight
Today the Mandau
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Sólo agua *****
Como una noche sin luna
Hoy día el Mundau
Note: The Mandau River is flowing through Zittau, Saxony and meets the Neisse river at the
German/Polish border
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it glistens as a rippling mountain stream
and starts its course with purest quality.
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it runs along, fulfilling destiny.
Our course is also brief; give forth your beam!
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it glistens as a rippling mountain stream.
By Andrea Dietrich
for "Write Me a Rippling Stream" Contest
sponsored by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written June 2, 2011