Where Does the River Go?

By Anne Barson

Where does the river finally go
As it travels on its way you know
Around the corners and the bends
It flows on and on and never ends.

Passing grassy river banks and trees
And ducks sail upon it as they please
Bobbing up and down they seem to float
As if they were a sailboat.

Young children paddle at the edge of the dream
As it flows along like a babbling dream
Laughing as they splash around
At the water’s sort of gurgling sound.

“Please don’t paddle too far out!”
You often hear their parents shout
As the river journeys on its way
Rippling on almost as if to say;

Would you like to follow me
As I travel on towards the sea?
Around the corners and the bends
For my journey never ends.