River Reaching

On the rocky and grassy bank
I see the brown flat bottom boat,
It my time to investigate.

River reef swiveling rage
Pretends a little forgives not—
On river reaching I will sail.

Then it comes: the swill shelling storm
Lathed with ugly frightening force.
Alarmed I no master sailor.

Blew the wrench like a blue steel gale,
Cajoles into a tempest ghost
And I trapped in the yeasty Bree.

Pulling through the blue-white bleaching
Rump thump of the flat bottom boat,
Filled the boat of river venom.

I toiled to discard the water
With courage an emblem of faith
I completed “river reaching”.