The River We Call the Ness
This river I talk of just has to be seen
In it's meandering turns it's simply a dream
No matter the season it's flow simply delights
Daffodil lined banks of green in typical springtime sight
Whether it be azure blue or grey, it's mirror of colours ooze
Enticing your eyes to witness as eventually your mind will choose
As you see the salmon leaping and the hungry seals in seek
The scenery that surrounds this river, will draw your visit, meet
Like many stretches of water, if it's in your heart you'll admire
If you have witnessed as much as I, you will never ever tire
To know where we call this river, in time your answer will be
For to adventure to it's meanderings, you'll be standing beside me
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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