The Beck
It bubbles and flows,
It winds around the road,
The odd bridge here and there,
In the winter it's so cold,
But it still bubbles and flows,
Sometimes it even overflows,
In the summer it's full of kids,
Trying to catch the little fish,
Still it bubbles and flows,
It's cleaned ever year,
So that it bubbles and flows,
The water never stops.
Copyright © Tracy Mcfayden | Year Posted 2020
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