Annie wanted me to post this. She found in a basket with his graduation things and thought you all might like to read one of Derk's poems.
As you approach, you hear the behemoth roar.
The canyon’s sweet serenity is no more.
Though you stand and search, you effort is futile,
The only help, the only clue- a deafening warning:
The River Thunders
Carefree relaxation, and peace,
The cool comfort of the water,
And it’s soft Assurance, of Home
Quickly fade in the moment,
As the River Thunders.
Your fleeting glances see much,
You see the soapy swirls of foam,
The ever-so-quickly retreating eddyline,
The sinuous lines of the flowing darkwater.
But your ears, they hear the River Thunder.
The warm sun sparkles on the hard water.
You grit your teeth and splash your face
You know where you must go
As the current pulls you over the lip.
The River Thunders.