Do not take the river’s might for granted,
For it has spent years carving this valley.
It’s hard to follow what it has ranted
As it rushes out to the distant sea,
But if you stand upon its muddy banks,
And pause from your busy day to listen,
The river will regale honestly frank
Tales of how the pride of men it’s taken.
They have tried to dance upon its rapids
In flimsy boats carved out of hollow wood,
And though its rage absolutely forbids
The challenges these men thought they could,
Boats and men have both cracked in disarray
And the river flows mightily this day.
John Collings 