THE RIVER:

You tiptoe daintily with ebbing willing footsteps flowing,

Chattering to winded leaves dancing in the breezes blowing,

Riveting and rabbiting, brimming, trilling and sweetly rilling,

Bubbling and bumbling, burping and gurglingly icily chilling,

Where the swilling cheeky brown otter dives and deeply swims,

And the turquoise dragonfly softly and gently over surface skims,

Where the windy tearful weeping willows wincingly & wetly dip,

And where on the giggling surface, dainty fireflies trip and skip,

Where gaudy bejeweled kingfishers dive and elegantly swoop,

Where likely birds fly and in their bills, fish they pinch and scoop,

River, running through green foliaged forest´s entwined lacy holes,

Quenching meadows, fields, bluebell woods and lush leafy souls,

Meandering, wandering and whispering, since ancient times begun,

Swelling, pregnant in snow and rain and defying the cruel summer sun,

Running down my cheek and sighing secrets within my blaséd ear,

Cheered on by rivulet, brook, pond, lake and applauding weir,

Run free, run wild, laugh and gurgle, run on my pretty liquid friend,

And keep on running, never stopping, run on until time´s timely end.