It twists and turns as the water drift
It branches and breaks - its fingers entwine
It grows and grows - snakes like a vine
The river with the soft scent of a calm day
With the smell of clean- hanging - still - in the grey
And sweetness carried on the breath of morning
It caresses the river - the water flowing
The river - its lazy trickle of water
The musical rhythm - the ocean's daughter
It whispers and murmurs - a song of its own
Playing over and over - in continuous drone
The river - so clear and cool
The water flows - the color like jewels
Its soft arms embrace the shore
The river surging from the day before.
(K Jennings)
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