Peteskid also comes to us from Michigan ...

which is, evidently, a hotbed of poetic abilities.   He can be reached at (PKPoetry)@hotmail.com .

(Remove the parentheses of course), and can be found here:

http://allpoetry.com/Peteskid

now, on to the poem --

moving waters

Rivers hold stories,

traces of things done.

Toes in muddied silt

lovers on shore,

rise and fall of cities;

patience teaching child

to swim.

Swirling around 

fallen limbs, trunks

seeming souls of forest greatness 

now left to hide minnows from big fish,

reaching river grown greatness.

Calm waters make lazy days, 

slowing to wait a bit 

for use of sun and breezes

when words make music

and soft eyes forget flowing streams;

and rivers know these things

but keep silence, holding

secrets like melted soil

and pieces of leafy sunshine;

all those noisy murmurs 

and happy squeals of life, there 

roaming beneath the glassy top

of moving waters.

Do check him out.