Poem: The River

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The river’s a wanderer,
A nomad, a tramp.

He doesn't choose any one place

To set up his camp.
The river’s a winder,

Through valley and hill

He twists and he turns,

He just cannot be still.
The river’s a hoarder,

And he buries down deep

Those little treasures

That he wants to keep.
The river’s a baby,

He gurgles and hums,

And sounds like he’s happily

Sucking his thumbs.
The river’s a singer,

As he dances along,

The countryside echoes

The notes of his song.
The river’s a monster,

Hungry and vexed,

He’s gobbled up trees

And he’ll swallow you next.

Valerie Bloom

SYNOPSIS

The River is about the many faces of a river.

The River is a wanderer where he moves all over the place.

He does not sit still and is always in motion.

He is also a winder where he twists and turns.

He meanders. He is also a hoarder where he keeps things deep down in his river bed.

Sometimes, he is a baby when he is happily flowing along.

At times, he is a singer as seen through the happy sounds of the water.

Finally, he is also a monster and can devour trees (most probably referring to a flood)