Red River of the North
Chris Koza
When the season changed so suddenly
A sweeping rain was swallowed by the river valley
And we thought that last time had prepared us
But rising water rises with a plain indifference
We have to hold our goddess down
We have to send the river back
When the rain came it called out an army
Tireless and hungry people went to working
They joined hands beside the great Red River
But despite assembling they could not hold together
They climbed
High above the river
And watched
Everything change together