The river, churning,

Flowing endlessly, turning,

I, from it, learning

River, once swollen,

Melted winter snow, trickles.

Fishing grounds exposed!

Flat calm river weaves,

Wispy tendrils of fog kiss

emerald waters. Peace.

Bend in the river,

Once swollen banks now bare, dry.

Tumbled rocks lay, parched.

I can't skate at all

but when Joni sings "River"

I relate to it.