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Poems About
Our Natural World

By Josie Whitehead

River in Autumn


By Josie Whitehead

Mighty River (The)

The mighty river leads a life
     So different to our own.

It beats a path through dale and town
    On a bed that’s rough with stone.

It trickles down from haunts in hills;

   It flows to meet the sea,
And leads an independent life 
    With little thought of me.

Its moods swing wildly day by day
   And weather plays its part.

Streams that flow from heathered hills
    Can stir its watery heart.

It flows one day with quietude
    Along its pebbled bed,

But after lots of heavy rain

     It flows with speed instead.

It’s then its waters swirl and churn;
     Its currents seek out prey –
And woe betide the foolish ones
     Who in its path should stray.

But a river plays capricious games
     And can show a cordial face.
Children, paddling in the sun,
     Can enjoy its cool embrace.

Families picnic on its banks;
     Dogs wade in and swim
And on warm summer evenings, 
     Watch the swallows dive and skim.

The ducks rear young and children play.
     The river sees them all
Whilst streaming on its seaward-way
     Through dale and urban sprawl.

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See also:  The Roving River - a poem packed with PERSONIFICATION.

Now:  Hands up where you see PERSONIFICATION in this beautifully-descriptive poem?


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