Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The River of No Return

 
 
The River of No Return
For Phyllis and Ron
 
I sit outside and listen
To the song of the river of no return,
Watch the blue heron fish
From the sand bar
And when evening slowly descends
Watch deer make their cautious journey
For their nightly drink.
 
I let my thoughts wander
Back to the time of
The Lewis and Clark expedition
And think with sorrow
That Sacajawea lies
Somewhere
In an unmarked grave
Like so many who journeyed west.
Here in this place
It feels like
I have God’s arms around me.
 
Written in Salmon, Idaho, August 22,2913
By Karin Feuerstein