The River by Valerie Bloom(Form 2)

The river's a wanderer,
A nomad,a tramp,
He doesn't choose one place,
To set up his camp.

The river's a winder,
Through valley and hill
He twists and he turns
He just can't be still.

The river's a hoarder,
And he buries down deep
Those little treasures
That he wants to keep.

The river's a baby,
He gurgles and hums
And sounds like he's happily
Sucking his thumbs.

The river's a singer,
As he dances along
The countryside echoes
The notes of his song.

The river's a monster,
Hungry and vexed
He's gobbled up trees
And he'll swallow you next.

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I wonder by Jeannie Kirby

I wonder why the grass is green,
And why the wind is never seen?

Who taught the birds to build a nest,
And told the trees to take a rest?

O,when the moon is not quite round,
Where can the missing bit be found?

Who lights the stars,when they blow out,
And makes the lightning flash about?

Who paints the rainbow in the sky,
And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?

Why is it now,do you suppose,
That Dad won't tell me,if he knows?

Take from A collection of Poems,Short Stories and Drama
From 1 to From 3

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