The Great River Road

A poem by Beverly Stock.

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In from the east where the rain clouds float,

The west wind blows a strong howling note,

On The River Road, for now, I’m in the sun,

Storm clouds pass quickly and try to outrun,

Across the river’s edge, down past the banks,

Winds blow boats each moored by their ranks

Wind whips colored flags and draws a peak,

Across river waves by shores ever bleak.

An American Bald Eagle mutely soars

Above and along the Big River shores,

Then a quick shower, and so we all dash,

The eagle shelters as rain pellets splash,

Over bridges, it falls, into the plain,

With the drama of a Midwestern rain.

The banks of the Mississippi River offer some of the best spots for experiencing the American Bald Eagle migration. Great River Road

Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.