The River

Seen from afar
A silver line
Running rapid then slowly then rapid

Into the green
Widening, giving life
Amidst the trees a lake so placid

Ever running
Ever giving
Pulsating vein of the land

Tamed, yet wild
Energetic yet mild
Blessing and bane of Man

Teeming with life
Teeming with graft
Teeming with mills and with works

Blackened, dead
But not a tear shed
A gift repaid with curses