Welcome to the display of our first Abbott Marshlands’ Inspiration Showcase, #thedelawareismyriver.
Thank you to everyone who visited the River in September and a very special thanks to those who submitted their inspired artwork.
The Delaware River Basin is the ancestral home of the Lenape people. Long before the arrival of European settlers, the Lenape were traveling its waterways and forested trails and enjoying the bounty of fish in its rivers, and plant and animal life in its forests.
The bounty of the Delaware continues to be enormously important for all of the plants and animals that live in the Delaware River Valley. Our Showcase highlights the inspiration it provides to all who visit its shores.
The Delaware River at Trenton
Back Into the Delaware
We slid off the glass table
That was the creek,
And this time dared
To turn right,
Under the bridge,
Away from the smooth stone shore.
Wakes and waves
Pushed at the hulls
As we single filed
Into the river
In the midst of her long
I stopped the game of
Dipping my paddles directly into
The center of the concentric rings
The other boat was making
Behind the cacophony
Of motorboats and jet skis,
New sounds of life,
Many missing for some time.
Rustling, chirping, calling.
And saw fish, turtles sunning,
A great blue heron, and yes,
A soaring eagle.
All embracing the Delaware.
My old friend is back
In all her glory.
Bordentown Beach at the mouth of the Crosswicks Creek
I’ve lived near the Delaware for most of my (long) life. I’ve watched it become traumatized by chemical and air pollutants. And, I’ve joyfully watched it’s slow comeback to now, a safe source of water, a place for recreation, and a place enjoyed by now thriving plant and animal life for us all to enjoy. Let’s help keep it that way.
A Gray Day
Calhoun Street Bridge
When I spend time by the river, I appreciate nature, which also lends a calming influence.
Soul of Trees
I know the soul of trees–
triumphs, conceits, tribulations.
Every season I walk with Charlie
along the scenic Delaware
from Lambertville to Stockton
or Frenchtown starting at the Bridge Café,
beside the solid, honest trunks that stand the storms-
tapered, spindly branches up against the sky,
fragile, searching fingers worked by every wind.
I know the soul of trees as family,
as if they were my favorite folk of all time, over years–
their generosity, their foibles,
shy pastel offerings in spring,
summer’s confidence and bold sprawl,
then luminous autumn preening
in giddy orange, vacant yellow.
And later the inevitable sway and sigh
of boughs that gnarl and splinter awkwardly,
all vanity aside.
Today, lost in thought and humming
I welcome the maternal hand
of leaves that shade our path.
Charlie scavenges, nose buried in all the private places,
at ease behind a hackberry’s broad bottom,
dark growth of furry roots, laced in grasses,
damp and fusty from when the river jumped the bank.
I know the forgiving soul of trees–the soul of parents, of trusted confidantes.
And we know yours, I hear them tell in wind and rustle–
as would do any kind, attentive friend
who has heard your yearnings, your frailty.
D. M. Kaye
Lambertville to Stockton canal towpath loop
When I spend time at the river I feel serene and soothed by nature’s earthy palette. I often find myself thinking aloud and working through problems as I walk.
Delaware River - Pancake ice (01/24/13)
Small Park, just north of Trenton Boat Launch, Lamberton Road.
The Delaware River is inspiring regardless of season. In winter, I am drawn to the many forms of ice including pancake ice. What is missing from this photograph is the sound of ice fragments moving against one another and the play of the fragments as they realign to form a dynamic mosaic.
From the Washington Crossing Bridge
When I spend time at the river, I feel calm and I feel connected to this beautiful planet.
Our next Inspirations Showcase will be open for entries soon. Keep an eye on our website for details. (HINT: think TREES in the Abbott Marshlands)