Poem

Through the countryside a river flows,
Over it the cool wind blows.
Its colour is murky brown,
The dark bed is hidden deep down.
People canoe down the river,
All the while going hither and thither.
The current pulls people along,
Making some people's course go wrong.

Shady trees line the banks,
And the river silently gives its thanks.
Along the river castles are spotted,
In their walls tall windows are dotted.
Caves are scattered on cliffs of stone,
They used to house people, now they house bone.
Hot sun beats down around the land,
Luckily there is lots of water to hand.


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