It's going to be two years so soon,
Oh how I cherish that April afternoon!
When I first took a stroll along your banks,
With my nephew to whom I owe my thanks.
I saw long lines of ducks swimming at will,
Their arbitrary movements along the rill
Was a pleasure to see and feel the mirth
Of nature's bounties on this beautiful earth.
Cherry Blossoms were beginning to wither away,
Yet their pink and white sparkled all the way.
Students of the Ohio University in groups all day long
Strolled along the banks, some with a humming song.
What was once known as the Hocking Canal,
Was destroyed by flooding and broke the morale
Of the students of Ohio University and the people
Of Lancaster, Logan, Athens and Nelsonville.
A channelized section of the Hocking River
Now flows gently with waves that mildly shiver.
It's roughly paralleled by a rail trail, that both serve
As a source of recreation that the people deserve.
Dhaka
04 April 2015
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Nice tribute I am glad you had that memory, it reminds me to visit my neighbourhood river, to give thanks for the beautiful flashes brought to my life. Waves that midly shiver, I loved that, touching imagery by its kindness. Hopefthe cherrry trees were also replanted. It may take time bo become gorgeous, but one day another man would cherish an April afternoon and recreate some beautiful art because of it. Thank you for sharing, a pleasure to read you again.
@Elena Sandu, 'Hope, the cherrry trees were also replanted. It may take time bo become gorgeous, but one day another man would cherish an April afternoon and recreate some beautiful art because of it' - thanks for sharing this vision. I am so glad that the poem could evoke such a wonderful thought in your mind.
We barely have time to look back to the memory of a neighborhood river and thank it for the 'beautiful flashes' it brings to memory. I am glad that you took time to physically go to the river and thank her for the favor. Thank you, @Elena Sandu, for the elaborate comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed your stroll along the beautiful river bank watching the scenes and sights around! I too used to love the rivers. Their serene silent murmur was music to my ears ever. But now I see the river as the mad charging of an elephant in rampage and all I hear is its violent roar, after the recent floods in my land! A beautiful poem Khairul!
Thank you Valsa for reading the poem and appreciating it. 'Their serene silent murmur was music to my ears ever' - a river most of the time lilts music to my ears. But sometimes, yes, a cacophony too, particularly when it roars and erodes miles after miles of its banks, uprooting habitats and vegetation.