Nezinscot River

Not much of a river but she’s mine.
Easing through the wilds of Maine,
Zigzagging slowly down hills
Into the Androscoggin,
Nezinscot’s flat water wanders.
Silver moon sparkles on her face,
Calming me, soothing me.
One day I will follow her
To the next river and ocean.

Red comes the sunrise welcoming me
In the beauty that is Nezinscot.
Very often my mornings start,
Evenings end here too,
Right upon her smooth back.