"The River"

 

The sound we hear of babbling brook

Its water crystal and clean

On its journey ever travelling

Stonger now, becomes a stream

 

The bigger stream now runs its course

Through the land it may wander

Yet sometimes wild and never still

It has no time to ponder

 

To its mighty end it will flow

Rushing forward always free

The river now is dark and deep

Gone forever to the sea.

 

by "Mr. Mushnick"

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