Tuesday, 6 October 2015

I am a rolling river.

I am a rolling river
And I come from far away,
I've been flowing through this channel
Every night and every day.

Attrition and erosion and
Abrasion all so strong,
They wear away the banks and bed
As I keep rolling on.

Sometimes when there's a confluence
I meet up with my friend
And then we go meandering
Around bend after bend.

Deposition and an Ox bow lake,
We leave them far behind
As we rush towards the estuary
The salty sea to find.

A stream and then a river
Until I get back to the sea,
Where all the rivers of the world
Are travelling to be.

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