Sunday, 9 December 2018

Poem: River

by Oliver Davidson



Water is life,

It is something that lives,
It keeps us living.
Rivers move and drag along,
Rivers get tired like us,
Rivers make new things like us,
Rivers help us.
What happens if we throw the beauty away,
The answer is we don't live,
We rely on rivers and they rely on us.
Rivers provide homes and resources,
As Well as power.
If we fight over rivers the beauty will go.
So why do we fight over rivers?

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