River Poem

River currents dragging twigs as if it were a hand ,

grasping everything as it flows down the river.

River water freezing cold ,

as if winter has already taken hold.

Rocks as sharp as daggers stab our feet.

All around laughing and screaming can be heard,

as people ride the rapids as if they were tubing.

Chattering teeth and freezing bodies ,

clamber out of the water as they are turning blue.

Our time at the river is finished,

now we leave the river wet and cold.