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In full cascade it springs from ridge to ridge,
Rolling the pebbles that it dodged before,
Hurling itself against each crumbling bridge,
Delving a trough along the valley floor.
Frothing over every rocky bank side,
Pushing tonnes of decaying earth away,
The battered stones constantly crash and collide,
The river rushes for another day.
By Phoebe & Juliette
Robert May's School
The river ran quickly,
And the river ran slickly.
Down the mountain,
To a wonderful fountain.
Swim, swim went the fish,
To a wonderful dish.
Bang! Bang! Went the rocks,
In the gigantic lochs.
The people are fishing from the bridge,
To put some golden fish in the fridge.
They used their fishing rod,
To catch a great big cod.
The fish were dancing on the water,
Only to be horribly slaughtered.
The fisherman's wife said, "These fish are so fine."
The fisherman said, "These fish are all mine!"
By Holly, Jack, Max and Kieron - Longbenton Community College, Newcastle.
These fish can never be thine.
Rushing up at every stretch
Falling down at every trench.
Furious but mellow the everlasting river of life.
Powerful waves demolishing everything in sight.
By Kentlee, David, Louis, Tariq and Mokham- Forest hill school, London
A river can never be tamed
can never be seen as owned by no one
A river is individual in wants
to flow, to pass, to move
to change. We could learn from a river
Anna H Yr8
and Have fun without a shiver.
Even in the cold moonlight.
Not afraid of drowning not afraid of night.
Maybe a wave would give you a fright.
As you grab on to something really tight.
Don’t be afraid of the sea at night.
No one would ever be a fright.
-Jonny Y7, West Kirby Residential School
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