Hiking in the mountains I go, then down the river with the flow.
Resting by the bank the stars show faintly in the moonlight’s glow.
Resting till the morning, no need for a dream.
Awakened by the sound of the water picking up steam.
I race to the rapids but I’m startled by a scream.
A raft went by but it’s missing its team.
I search and I listen for the presence of anyone.
Across the river a body lays motionless under the sun.
My first thought is my rope and my flare gun.
So, back to my rucksack I start to run.
In a panic I try to stay calm.
I steady my breathing with the gun in my palm.
I sling the rope and run for the clearing,
But another scream, is that what I’m hearing?
I clear the tree line and fire my flare.
I move to the water’s edge and begin crossing with care.
I unravel my rope; it has multiple tears.
Now how can I cross without my rope, do I even dare?
The body stays motionless, its right over there.
But I can’t help, I’m stuck in the river soaking wet from boots to hair.
There’s nothing I can do but watch as the body’s dragged off by a bear.
Hanging onto a rock in a raging river, hopefully someone spotted that flare.