Along The River Poem by George Samuel

No more across the stream,
Spare us the screaming dreams,
Once, when nature was kind,
Now a tale we bear in mind,
Like leaving an old stream behind.

And all the waters flow,
Waving with gentle tides to show,
By this pleasant sight we know,
That, no matter where we go..
Dear old river, must come through.

Our backs turned to forget,
Empty bags that we'll regret,
Set out for new banks,
Above old and wasted ranks,
Watching us trail the river pranks.

Where the waves, rave so mild,
And we planted through the slides,
Some roses for dear old friends,
By the shores, where wetness ends,
Passing so calmly and slightly bent.