The river

Riverboats roil the waters
Oh, not the riverboats you
Are envisioning, just the
Ordinary summer Sunday 
Traffic that a river in the
American northeast sees.
Our riverboats are the ones
With sails furled while a 
Motor runs them up or
Down or they are ferrying
Sightseers and citizens
Alike or on patrol passing
Slow-moving transport
Ships or just slightly gaudy
Fishing boats not trawling
For fish but amusing a crew
Of revellers in a holiday spirit.
After all, it is Sunday and we 
Have our day off and it is the
Last days of summer we want
To enjoy and celebrate here 
On a Sunday on the river