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Poem The River
Poem The River
Poem The River
THE RIVER
By Valerie Bloom
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The Rivers a wanderer,
A nomad, a tramp,
He doesnt choose one place
To set up his camp.
The Rivers a winder,
Through valley and hill
He twists and he turns,
He just cannot be still.
The Rivers a hoarder,
And he buries down deep
Those little treasures
That he wants to keep.
The Rivers a baby,
He gurgles and hums,
And sounds like hes happily
Sucking his thumbs.
The Rivers a singer,
As he dances along,
The countryside echoes
The notes of his song.
The Rivers a monster
Hungry and vexed,
Hes gobbled up trees
And hell swallow you next