The River
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Lonely, the river flowed a long while
teeming with tadpoles, insects and fish.
Winding through meadows, it came upon
cows that were grazing near its green banks.
Something came nearer; it was the hum
of a quaint township with a small church.
Under the bridge, the river ran on.
Glee filled the air where children and dogs
played near its edge; some splashed its water.
Men alongside it threw fishing lines.
Folks paddled boats, making it ripple.
Roll, happy river, roll to the sea!
Dec. 15, 2016 for Form: River Line
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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