by Robert L. Ferrier20 Oct 2014
What draws us to its roar
spewing the push
of a hundred-year flood?
Rowed plumes spray down to mist
splash to eddies and swirls
anglers in boats at safer distance
casting lines for tailrace stripers
swimming fin-to-fin with white bass.
These waters sing of their journey
from Pine Mountain through the Ouchitas
stocked with legends of Jean de la Harpe
traders, trappers, beavers and Choctaws
now gushing through the teeth of the dam
regrouping and resuming their flow
destined to join the Red River
winding its way to the Gulf.