B

By J. M. Carlstad

 

He’s a bear

Churning up rocks

And squashing the squirming

Vermin below

He’s a bear

Thrashing and churning

Spinning and whirling

Through the river’s flow

 

Ease and might

In movement go

Deceptive speed

Aggressive

Rippling muscles show

he's on fire

 

Action in every stance

Perceptive is his glare

It’s almost like a dance

As away down the ice

He goes

A grinder,

a hockey player

Full throttle

All out and always

On the go….