Marriage

I wrote a few poems as Christmas gifts and I decided to post them here (with permission.)

This one was for my brother and his fiancée.

Marriage 12/25/13

There's a place where the stream meets the river.

You can look up the side where the streams

flow alone with zigzags and shivers,

where the children toe-deep in their dreams

catch big sharks like the crawdads that quiver,

and build bridges of steel aspen beams,

Or

You can look down the downstreaming side,

where keen oarsmen and fishermen dwell

forging life in the seasonal tide;

choppy rocks make it fracture and swell

but the river is deep, true, well, wide

and one, strong though the path may rebel.

And there's beauty in the water that glimmers

at the place where the stream meets the river.