i dream of a river
swimming in the cool water during the summer
in autumn, stomping through in my rubber boots
when winter approaches, I'll marvel at how the moving current never ceases
watch the flowers grow along the bank through the spring
my river may not be a beach, but it is wonderful.
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So I got this idea while talking to my friend about how I love the name river and this poem came to be when I said, "My river will not be a beach, but it will be wonderful," and she told me it sounded poetic.
On a different note, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 130+ READS I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH! IF I HAD COOKIES I WOULD GIVE YOU ALL SOME! THANK YOU!
xox Zoe
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