The Pathway Home

Muskegon River
[photo credit: Wikipedia Commons)

This river breeds a longing fathoms deep.
The morning sun reflects her silver glow.
She stumbles through the gummy pines, asleep:
Roscommon, Osceola, Newaygo.

I didn’t ask to join her on this trek,
but follow as she summons wrens to wing.
The trout adorn her gown, each silver fleck.
She lolls on leaves and calls the stones to sing.

Their chorus builds as we begin to dash
through verdant moments I cannot pay heed.
Mosquitoes sting and branches low do lash,
but stymie not my dinghy’s fleeting speed.

Each passing wave dilutes a thrumming ache.
Muskegon, take me home upon your wake.

 

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18 thoughts on “The Pathway Home

  1. I’m with Meg – very impressed you worked the river names like that! I love a good ode to nature, and a good canoe trip, so this really spoke to me. “The morning sun reflects her silver glow” and “The trout adorn her gown, each silver fleck” are especially beautiful lines.

      1. Oh I love the geography. And the genealogy. And I’ve always loved the play on words in your blog’s title, btw. But making the scansion work with those 3 words is beyond amazing.

    1. They are 3/6 of the counties the Muskegon river flows through. I had them a different way but it bothered me that they weren’t in order by which the river flows. So these three are in order cuz I’m a nerd.

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