The Kenai
Sometimes roaring like a mad
lion
Tumbling through eroding
passages
Past its secret doors
Braiding between caribou herds
Facing river dangers with their
calves.
Canoes snake their way
beyond the charging moose
As boulders stand their guard
As the swift Kenai waters
thrash
Constantly hissing in my ear
Whipping at its logs
Looping around the beavers
Sliding off the backs of salmon
The Kenai meanders though
the forest
Slithering like a snake
Wiggling through the woods
Playing around with branches
on its way
And ripples to the ocean.