by Joseph V. Kleponis
Merrimac, oh Merrimack,
You are gentle and pure
As you tumble over rocks
Rising at the Pemigewasset
And the Winnespasaukee.
Wending over hills and cascading
Through forest falls and streams,
A place of abundant fish,
You fed the ancient Abenaki and Pennacook
Before rushing downstream
At Amoskeag Falls.
There, at Manchester,
The waters of Thoreau
Become wider and swifter yet;
Inviting settlers to the banks
At Lowell, Lawrence, and Haverhill,
Promising to sustain their lives.
In those cities of brick and stone,
The homes of Kerouac and Dubus,
Who paid homage to your pulse,
Man straightened you,
Bent you, turned you –
Using your power for his purpose –
Boott Cotton Mill, Ayer Mills,
Countless shoe shops
The commerce flowing from you
Along the Middlesex Canal
To Boston and beyond.
No longer so pure –
Fouled with dyes and other detritus –
Man, whom you nurtured,
And subjugated you further still.
And so you flow within his bounds,
As if accepting his command,
Until rain, snow, and ice
Swell you to greatness once again
And urge you to press in a torrent
Against those meager restraints.
Then you rage
Past the cities, under the bridges, over the dams,
Back-flooding distant tributaries
In Wilmington, Andover, or Amesbury –
Showing your power once more.
Where Samuel de Champlain
First set eyes on your shimmering waters,
Boats are raised to escape your torrent;
And you rise in finality over Salisbury’s black rocks –
To become forever free, joining the tides of the sea.
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