The Winding Water Poem by Roland Houston
The Winding Water
It's long and wide,
It's always on the move,
It never stops nor does it pause,
It's current is always flowing,
It starts in the mountains,
It ends in the oceans,
It's flow is a life giving grace,
It's wetness is like a cool mist,
It's counted as the worlds most important resource,
What is this,
What is it we need?
It's winding water, but you know it as a river...
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4/28/2024 1:39:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Roland, A very nice poem. Great thought. Alice