The River I Know Poem by Thomas Plotz

Part of Appalachian Mountains -

In winter, saw an old log truck
Trees tall, scent of pine
Wood deck, chains on tires, clanking sound as they go
Enabled to move, over snow-covered roads

Spring, flowers popping
Green-up has returned
Still, there might be one last snow on Easter
Just a wave from Angels high

Summer, it's the tubing life
Cooling off in river fun,
Then stopping by (The Café)thou on Catskills side
For a beer and burger

Fall, some trees in color
Among the evergreens
Trying to reserve their sap,
For the long winter to come

Where the water flows to the east, downhill to the Delaware River
Where the water clear, ten feet to bottom gravels
Where eagles fly

This is the Delaware River I know
In the Poconos


T. Plotz
The River I know
3.28 2019