Rio Grande, Golden River ( a poem of inspiration)
Rio Grande, golden river, from mountain's springs, in Colorado, as it gets its start,
Flowing southward down through the great divide, Mexico, the other side, a part.
Great walls of multi-colored earthen clay, giant boulder rocks, hurry it on its way.
Grand river of the San Juan Mountains, tributaries joined from the Canbys. to play.
Flowing onward, down through New Mexico, the rushing waters roll along,
Music is in the ripples there, beautiful reflections, dance in a fine sing-song.
Rivaling the Shenandoah, that of West Virginia, this proud river, a life giver,
Fish, swim, birds sing, as wild deer about its banks to roam, all call it home.
Big River, Rio Grande, what secrets you must hold, your waters strewn with gold,
White men came later on, explored your watery shores, beauty they did behold.
As ages have hurried by you, native man and Mexican, alike, to have shared you.
Many things may change in natural time, your majestic waters carry on, so true.
Your waters travel wide and far more than a thousand miles, over hill and dale,
Emptying at last into a sandy delta basin in the Gulf. your legions all to prevail.
Grandest river, Rio, you serve as a watery hero, so famous are your tales, so true,
Represent the best, pass all river tests, to follow your course an honor, as we do.
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