The Raging Chippewa swells to rolling banks
As it rushes South, getting little thanks
From tree limbs softened by rain and snow,
Pulled off leaning trunks into iced water below.
This cold and boiling brine rushes through
Eau Claire, splashing into rock, baptising anew
Muddy trails and adventurous anima-
A daunting harbinger of Spring's debut.
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