Poets & Writers, INK: Our St. Lawrence Shore

Sitting on the waters stone edge

throwing twigs in the River

aiming rocks at a distant ledge

the cooler evening air makes me shiver.

Watching the different birds fly by

and the bugs dart around

I thank God and ask why

all can’t be like this Heaven I’ve found.

While noticing the waves getting higher

and bouncing off an old abandoned tire

This answer came to me

All is not for us to know now

Some day we will see

So enjoy and protect the River today.