Gullies

Gullies running down,
From upland rills.
Water sounding softly,
From up among the hills.

Meeting with the river,
Where it levels out.
Through the willows pushing,
In a natural route.

Seeping...ever seeping,
Growing larger as it goes.
Waters sounding, lapping,
Stronger as it flows.

Making banks of willows,
Sustenance does it prove.
Always pushing forward,
In an onward move.

Gullies...made by water,
Each trickle...is the giver.
Little streamlets adding,
To make a mighty river.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Twin Falls Bridge over the Snake River, Idaho USA