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Onwards, ever onwards to meet the billowed tide,

Its waters flowing, heedles, no matter what betide,

The river ripples, timeless; from age to age endures;

Rushing onwards, onwards towards the ocean's shores.



Through lazy, sweltering summer its surging pace is slackened.

In winter's stormy tempest its flooded waters blackened.

Its store of floating debris churns and twists and wheels.

Its muddy, stony bottom harbours salmon, trout and eels.



Framed between its grassy banks it mirrors each new day.

Swirling streams and eddies its whispering music play.

The ever steadfast willow stands sentry on its banks

Eyeing gravely, stolidly, the laughing river's pranks.



Sometimes it ripples quietly, its peace and charm exude,

Then changes with the storm-clouds to angry, sullen mood.

Its furious waters froth and foam like cauldrons on the boil

Till urgently burst from its banks to flood surrounding soil.



Then,when the heavens quieten, the water slow subsides,

Shrinks once more into its banks, into its boundaries slides;

Resumes its usual endless course toward its destiny....

Flowing ever onwards, onwards to the sea.