The River
April 14, 2010 by A.R (David) Lewis
Filed under Poetry
You lazily wander, through pastures green,
Curling your way as you flow to the sea.
Sand Martins, Kingfishers, live in your banks,
Tail swishing cattle, stand cooling their flanks.
The sunshine reflecting the Golden Gorse,
In shallows you gurgle your baby talk;
Why do you rush to be lost in the sea?
Linger a little, the sights to enjoy.
And feel the beauty you presence inspires,
Talk to the Rainbow Trout, his beauty admire.
As he grows fatter on the food you provide,
Why do you rush to meet up with the tide?.
In your deep pools, the predatory Pike prowls,
Greedily snapping up any smaller souls.
He doesn’t rush off to be part of the sea.