Salmon Hole, an original poem by Leah Gardiner

The Salmon Hole

Down on the river

Not far from the road

An old factory across the way.


I walk along

The grass sways

The river runs

But I can still hear the cars nearby.


I see birds in the sky

And footprints in the sand.

I even see a fish

But I also see litter.


A natural area

Very relaxing

Trees, water, life

But the impact of humans evident.