By Toni Kief
AFTER THE GOLD RUSH
I was born with the mountains as they rose from the sea.
Witnessing the inevitability of birth and death, I roll on. Ebbing and flowing with the cycle of seasons; I am the river the lifeblood of the earth.
In my long existence, I meet new creatures and share my abundance.
I felt surprised as their numbers grew with every sunrise.
Soon a city is built, and they pipe away my substance, only to return it fouled and muddy. They showed no honor and fished beyond need.
We of nature have no understanding of the utter destruction for a single element.
They don’t understand the real measure of time, I will continue on, resolute in drought and powerful with rain.
About The Author
Toni Kief, a child of the 60s, Midwestern by birth, Northwestern by choice, Toni challenges the boundaries for women of a certain age. After a long career as an insurance adjuster, she fell into writing through a challenge from a friend. She has released her first book, Old Baggage, with two others in the grinder. Toni never dated Mick Jagger, but marched for civil rights, shared bread with icons of politics and art. She is spending her retirement, gathering stories prime for embellishment. Writing has taught her inspiration without perspiration is just a good idea. www.tonikief.com.