River

RIVER The river has a flowing power strong By rocks and weeds it’s guided in its pace If you put in a foot that’s somehow wrong The flow soon wipes away your very trace So hug the bank, avoid the water’s course And watch the weeds and willows shape its flow Your foot’s intrusion surely would be coarse You fear to step and stop the watery show But once your foot is in the flow so wide Part of the river then you soon become It flows around you - now you are its guide You help it now to wander, move and roam Our fears can stop us all from venturing deep Why try to run, for we can always creep ? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (Spenserian sonnet)