All day he waits—
slick stones resting on his dry bed,
his flow,
a visage set for the rain that will come.
His channel,
deep and wide,
etched with stories.
In beautiful Sabana Grande,
he is known for strength—
the Guanajibo River.
From his slumber he will rise,
a mighty titan,
booming, rushing forward,
conquering—
The earth, dry to the bone,
and the tree in his way,
deeply rooted—
trembles,
breaks,
yields,
as the river’s fury will
roar once again.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Toward the end of April, the rains in Puerto Rico were unabated. The Guanajibo River is huge, and when it rained, its water spread widely, flooding many areas. The picture you see here is the actual Guanajibo River.
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Comments1
Water has such force, I have seen several floods and the destruction they do. Some people loose all even their life and it is no joke. A wonderful write in most poetic form.
Thank you! Rain is a constant for us. But it also brings life.
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