There are
many beautiful rivers in my home state of Wisconsin, but one that has special
meaning and loveliness is the Crystal River, near the small town of Waupaca,
Wisconsin. It’s also the region where my
childhood friend lived until her tragic death of leukemia at age 13, over 50
years ago. In remembering her, I’d like
to share a winter's photo of the Crystal River and a beautiful location, as well as a poem I wrote about the majestic river over ten
years ago.
MAJESTIC RIVER, EVER CHANGING UPON
THE STREAM OF TIME,
NOT UNLIKE THE FRAGILE, UNPREDICTABLE
COURSE OF HUMAN LIFE.
ELEGANT CRYSTAL RIVER, GLIDING
GRACEFULLY ‘ROUND THE BEND.
TO EACH OF US, WHAT MAGICAL, MYSTICAL
TALES DO YOU NATURALLY PORTEND?
I SEE IN YOU REFLECTIONS OF LIFE—
ONE MOMENT SUBLIMELY SURREAL,
THE NEXT MOMENT PERILOUSLY SWIRLING
TOWARDS THE INFINITENESS OF TIME.
HOW MATCHED WE ARE IN MOVEMENT, AND
IN SPIRIT.
HOW VAST AND DEEP OUR POTENTIAL.
MAJESTIC RIVER, EVER CHANGING UPON
THE STREAM OF TIME.
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