Methow River flowing green Reflecting trees above, sky below Flowing on, out of snow-mountains Past forest and field, farmhouse and cabin On past Goat Wall and an old Western town Onward it winds, narrowing Into canyons, whit water rushing Hurrying to a dammed world below.
The river flows and flows without end. Birds flit and flutter along the banks chittering to no end. Mountains stand, still from beginning to end. Cars whiz by on the highway hurrying to no end. With no beginning and no end, why hurry at all?
Two young girls play along the bank of a river flowing. Sticks for kids, trees a home an oriole flits and flutters high above. The warm sun comforts my back while a cool breeze floats down river. Tall cottonwoods stand with their toes in the water Balls of soft seeds float on the wind. "Look its snowing," she says excitedly chasing dreams of imagination.
Written by David LaFever