Alliteration River Run

Wanton Willows weave athwart the weir Wishing all the while wilful to wind Their winsome wands that whelm and win The restive writhing watery way Meandering in moonlit mazy motion Then moving on in misty morning mood The river runs by reed and grassy mead Where wily waders’ stalk in stealth concealed The stream now slows tween sandy sides With susurrating sound surround As silvery strains speak of the sea And flow transforms to estuary Breakers brash now beat the brook Unbinding bounds of broadening bay And memories now melt of milder motion The River to be merged with mighty ocean