The Mighty Fraser
I stood so high
On that mountain plateau
It stretched away before me
The two valleys so far below
My feet pressing the spongy moss
I gazed ahead
And there before me
Was the start of a mighty watershed
A rivulet it was
Wandering aimlessly about
Trickling and burbling
As it writhed and seeped
Searching, searching for a route
I moved ahead
Along its course
Until it found a direction
Now moving with purpose and force
Faster and faster
It flowed down the incline
No longer a trickle
Purposely moving, it had received a sign
It flowed onward
Then over the mountain
It dropped straight down
Thousands of feet, a water fountain
It charged into the forest
That grew down there
Bringing nutrients and life
And fresh mountain air
Onward it pressed
Without hesitation
Moving rapidly
Towards a far destination
It rested for a time
As it flowed through a lake
Then burst into rapids
As if suddenly awake
Its journey progressed
Both rapid and slow
Taking time to meander
Like it had no where to go
Then rounding a bend
It would surge with speed
Hurrying again
A destination to heed.
Rivers and streams
Joined along the way
The trickle now a river
And it was only halfway
Rocky gorges
Tried to impede it now
But it responded in kind
Hurtling onward, a liquid plow
Finally it entered
A fertile valley
Meandering again
Quietly now but still very brawny
It’s destination now very close
It widened and splintered
Then entered the ocean
Its call now answered
Hail oh mighty Fraser
I have stood where you rise
I have followed your route
From mountain top to high-rise
You are a life line
That we all should protect
I hope the future
Will bring that respect
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