The Rivers Flow
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


The rivers flow at an astounding rate
They never close down or slow their pace
Always constant they tame the race
A spray of ozone impounds their gates

The rivers flow is both grand and great
Their splinters run down in rows of age
Always suddle, sometimes wide with rage
Wild and seizeless, a child amazed

The rivers flow blocked by moats and damms
The river sides both surrounded by land
The river lingers and still moves on
Out to the sea from the mountain strong

With water unsalty, with water so new
It sparkles in the sun and shines brightly blue
Always on my mind when my own day is grey
The rivers ravish and run, away