Best Poems About / On RIVER
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Over by the river bend
Over by the river bend.
Fell the sun,
Blazing on the river bend.
There just isn't enough time to spend.
Under your azure skies
And yellow eye.
Laying there all day long.
While the birds
Preform a little song.
While we stay as still as we can be.
Over by the river bend.
For beauty like this there is no fee, spring is God's smile,
which spreads happiness every mile,
life is so short,
but we will try to get the ship in port.
But that's okay.
Because that is where ought to be.
Just bask in the shade of a walnut tree.
Just over by the river bend.
I hope it will never end, the time that we spend.
Down by the river bend.
zackery geddies
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PARIS
Paris
A wonderful city
A place for lovers
Paris
A city to dream wild
Paris
In that river the boats are moving with lovers inside
Watching that beautiful sky above the river
And the moon from that beautiful sky
Is shining in
The river
Paris
A city that never sleeps
Paris
The romance is in the air
Paris
The lovers are feeling the love that are in the air
Paris
That smell of the roses the lovers can smell
Paris
This is the sign that spring is here
Paris
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year
Now that winter has finally gone to sleep
Paris
The lovers welcome spring with open arms
Aldo Kraas
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Where Go the Boats?
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating -
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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Willow Poem
It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loth to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river --
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.
William Carlos Williams
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