WHITE RIVER
Some people say
they heard my name
at the birth of the Universe
Some say
I was formed
when the earth’s crust split
and created the Grand Canyon
Those are just stories,
old wives tales
to make the world seem older
to make the river seem larger
than life
Here’s the truth.
I am the White River
I am the one who flows
through the Badlands
across the plains
to the sea
I am the one who carries
the silt of ancient mountains
the tears of ten thousand storms
the blood of countless wars
I am the one who gives life
to the cottonwood trees
the willow trees
the cattails
I am the one who feeds
the fish
the frogs
the birds
I am the one who quenches the thirst
of the buffalo
the deer
the antelope
I am the one who carries
the dreams of the people
the hopes of the farmers
the prayers of the sick
I am the one who flows
from the mountains
to the sea
from the beginning
to the end
I am the White River
There are many paths in life
I am but
one
there are many rivers in the world
we are but one
We are all connected
by the water of life
We are all flowing
toward the same sea