Poems of Alvin Schaut
|1.||A Deep Woods Tranquility||2/17/2010|
|2.||A Place To Grow||2/17/2010|
|3.||A Special Place To Be||10/25/2010|
|4.||Leaves of Change||2/17/2010|
|7.||Ode To The Peshtigo||2/17/2010|
|8.||People of Wisconsin||2/17/2010|
|9.||Places of Wisconsin||2/17/2010|
Ode To The Peshtigo
It starts as just a trickle, a spring which comes up from the ground, fed by many tributaries, to become one of the biggest rivers around.
Always there, constant flow.
Before it had its name, Native Americans used it as a highway, for even today people still travel it the same way.
This river has seen many a traveler, explorers, settlers, trappers, loggers, fishermen, hunters and boaters.
Spring, summer, fall and in winter, even though covered with a blanket of ice and snow, the river