The Hocking River - Poem by Khairul Ahsan
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 the beautiful earth.
Cherry Blossoms preparing to wither away,
Yet their pink and white sparkled all the way.
Students of the Ohio University strolled along
The pavements and banks in bondage strong.
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 serves
As a recreation source that the people deserve.
04 April 2015
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