On the Battenkill
The river’s flow,
Steady and still.
Breathes let it go.
Feelings of loss
give way to peace.
In the river’s course
troubles may cease.
Pay heed to its story.
With help from its friends,
The river restored,
We share in its glory.
From a polluted
Run off for
Factories and mills.
A beautiful ribbon
Now winds through the hills.
January, 2020
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Love the poem!
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Thank you Harry!
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This is very nice – soothing.
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I can feel the river. Rolling verse. Smile on face.
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Nice poem. The rhyming was unusual.
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