Journeys Due South

Due north, due south 
I have crossed these rivers 
That flow due south 

Swimming chest deep 
In the raining season, on high tides 
And walking on the river beds on low tides 

Like old bird's nest 
With debris as ghost that laid 
Of what was once before 

Broken branches, tweaks 
And dead leaves brown and yellow 
That voyaged passed this junction joint 

Would never again in slopping rivers 
That flows down south 
Regardless of the season 

Their tribulations I have known 
But would never again host I pray 
By the river front I stand 

Age is like the old river 
With debris that passed once before 
Would never again host this time 

I have witnessed 
I pray sage gives me the wisdom 
To remember