This poem is written about the river that my hometown is built around.

The River

Dear Avon River, upon whose banks I

Once spent a solitary afternoon,

Watching gossamer webs trick dragonfly,

Forgetting cold night will come all too soon.

Under the boughs of the old willow trees

The young swans hatch, follow, feed and grow white,

Fellow ducks and seagulls fight for scattered seeds

And the rugged banks decay out of sight.

I cannot hold back the quick memory

Of the instant I fell through the weak ice;

It leaves me as it came, in reverie

I return to the sunshine, my paradise.

The river swells, to erode is to grow,

Alas, poor humans, with you it is not so.