Imagine standing as a Texan stood
On the nearly dry bed of the Colorado.
Years of drought made the white bass
Stare up desperately from little pools,
Until some spring or fall
Brought flash flooding-
Gifting the vision of a vulture
Over a dammed valley.
Now a boat sails,
A striper swims,
And a raptor flies:
And all Texas lakes
Are similarly cultured.
Topic(s) of this poem: lakes
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