RIVERWOODS POEMS: THE SCENE AT SWAZEY PARKWAY

THE SCENE AT SWASEY PARKWAY

See how the shifting wind

Caresses the marsh grasses

Across the Squamscott River,

Bending them this way and that,

Scaring up little brown birds

Chased by the shadowy wave,

While unconcerned, on the water,

Dozens of ducklings circle

Around their mallard dams,

And cormorants sleekly swim,

Slip below the surface,

And bill up wriggling fish,

Eliciting jealous squawks

From two competing ring bills.