The Riverbed


What once was a flowing river

now no water is delivered

Rocks remain, all the same

some would say this is a shame

Weeds have gown

between the  stones

Now a walking path for bears

They’ve taken it over

and made it theirs

Maybe soon let’s presume

The rains will flood

and new fish will bud

© Susan Zutautas 2019


This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #22.




Published by Susan Zutautas

A Canadian girl, born in Montreal, mother of three grown boys that lives with her husband in Ontario. Published author and poet. Loves to write flash fiction. Author of New In Town and two children's books which can be found on Amazon.

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