The River

The river runs wild An orphan child Bottom rock tile Through each mile Trees along the bank To hide and play a prank Fishing boat cranked To life here’s our thanks Mud in between toes Dirty stained clothes Bait the fishing poles Fun, fun, fun Dry off in the sun Its dark night has come The river runs calm Smoothing lip balm Cool sweaty palms Nice sweet mom Time to go home Sit down read a poem!