A River

A River It is a river in the middle of the landscape not a famous river it has no university buildings and it doesn`t appear in ancient books. In winters it froze up in spring it was deep to cold to swim in, in summers for a short while It was a place to go bathing, and then it became too shallow, a yellowish dribble not fit for anything but drinking water for sheep. And that is the life we get what we deserve not what we want, and no over-top lyrics is written about it, just as well we can`t have its banks crowded by poets.