North Fork of the Burnt River

The river is so excited with spring,

it exceeds itself.

Water, so long quiet snow on the mountain,

sings down the river,

"I'll hurry, hurry, hurry home. "

Adventurous riverbank

enticed by the current's excited singing

leaps in

off to see the sea

The beautiful beautiful sea

The flats of the meadow are river now

and grasses yearn to journey too.

Brother Beaver took to the high ground ditches

just for something to do.

June will calm her.

He'll go lazy in the summer sun

Half a boot deep at the crossings

asleep in the pools

dreaming fishes and swimmers.