The Water Poem
Rivers flow as calm as a robin whistling in the trees
Glittering in the midday sun
Going downstream leading to an amber like waterfall
Crashing at the rocks beneath it
The water is a hammer
Hammering at the rocks
Going down in to a river of wet silk
Going past houses, mills and villages
Fishes playing, frogs croaking and toads leaping to shore
Max Dawkins
Age 8
Max Dawkins
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