The Orwell Bridge Poem by Micronjan (also use name micron)

The Orwell winds through Suffolk green,
A ribbon of silver, a sparkling sheen.
Willows lean and waters glide,
Where playful boats in sunlight ride.

Under the arches, sails bounce high,
Tourists gaze, pointing to the sky.
Giggling children, waves that gleam,
Reflections dancing like in a dream.

Bridges arch in graceful sweep,
While gentle tides rock boats asleep.
Kayaks, yachts, and little ferries,
Glide past quietly, carrying stories.

The river hums a cheerful tune,
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon.
Life flows gently, lively, free,
On the Orwell, where boats laugh with glee.