Another River

Not all is pretty and placid.

Water boils past the power plant.
In angry green foamed geysers.
A river flows through it all
Then barrels along downstream.

Onward by the little brick library,
A river flows through it all,
Into the hungry mill yard it rolls.
Water boils past the power plant.

Pulpwood and paper machines
Mix with pure raging river water.
In angry green foamed geysers,
A river flows through it all.

Progress rolls and squeezes
Fibers, water, poisons together,
Then barrels along downstream.
A river flows through it all.