the river

The river runs past the boy forever
each day the same and each moment different
brown and lazy on the surface
such hidden turbulence
cold cold cold if you dare the depths

A hidden place, old old train trestle bridge
long ago replaced wrought iron trusses
snapped and submitting to the weight
plunged so many to their deaths.
Leaving coins amidst the polished stones along the shore.

Do they dance here alone at night?
always the past, without hope or future
ghostly in pale moonlight
at this lonely lonely spot
where only carp recall their names

Barefoot in the shallows tin can ready
lifting rock and scuttling backwards captured
crayfish tin prison and joyous boy
swimming backwards never looking
he just had to find your rock

fossils in the shale from forever long ago
and small bare toes mark the clay along the shore
they meander like the river up and down
forever and a day from now will they find the traces
of solitary boy with tin can treasures

A young boy would walk the mile or two into the ravine and woods behind his house
and seem to be the only person in the world. The bridge that spanned the river marked the site of
the Ashtabula River Railroad Disaster.

6 Comments on “the river”

  1. boomiebol says:

    Hello, I have nominated you for the beautiful blogger award. For more on how to accept this award please go to Thank you and keep up the great work.
    Much Love
    Boomie Bol

    • billgncs says:

      thank you! You are very kind. I think the writing helps a part of my soul. It will take me a bit to prepare, but I will accept in a bit.

      I enjoy your stories as well. I think story makes us human.


  2. jelebelle says:

    Beautifully written. What a great tribute to a childhood memory.

  3. billgncs says:

    yes, the river ran behind the house, a wild beautiful place, sometimes lonely, sometimes filled with strange and new people. Sometimes full of litter. It was a place of adventures, and skipping stones…

  4. I’m guessing these are your childhood memories? How wonderful. It’s what kids are missing today, no?

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