THE RIVER CHILD. 

Summer moved,
As did the Child,
River Child,
Together with the Deer,
From the Moor,
Barrow Moor,
Beneath the green canopy,
Hiding flora 'n' fauna,
With increasing days,
Swallows flew,
Indifferent streams,
 Sliver,

And watched by old Talon,
Listening all the time,
To the River Child,
When teaming with Life,
Her Salmon Returned,
Spawning Life,
You River Child,
From Oceans mirrored deep,
 Captured,
 Song,

In setting Shine,
A younger generation
Dipping its toe,
In the River Child,
Silver Shine,
The same River
Rollin its age,
Unseen by the Man,
For different it is,
When seen as a Child,
Where town's folk go!
Under the Estuary Bow.