The Medway - Poem by James Tipp
Beneath the shadow of the mills.
Past ancient hallowed stones,
Erected to the living one,
The Medway passes by.
This life-giver more ancient
Than all who line her banks
Twist and turns towards the sea.
Her course decided long ago.
So we who live beside your path,
Came see the picture of his promise
Of living water in a parched land.
Still the spirit of the living one
Decides the course that he will run
Seeks those who long for life
In a parched and weary earth.
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