i look at this river…
tis high and brown…
fish make ripples in it’s murky waters…
a log floats past…
trees dangle above…
green leaves waiting for autumn…
ready for the big sleep…
soon October will come…
birds flutter just ‘bove…
doing nose-dives…
loopty loops…
to be in flight…to be in flight…
i look at this river…
tis high and brown…
fish make ripples in it’s murky waters…
a log floats by…
