River journey by Moira Andrew

I was born hight in the hills

Jumped over stones

Chuckling and laughing

I listened to the winds play

in the heather

I grew into a bubbling burn

Wandered through fields

Yellow with buttercups

I made music singing songs

in the sunshine

I became a shining stream

Wound my way among stones

Silver with darting fish

I danced with long shadows

in the evening

I hurried over rocks under

Bridges grown up at last

My waters wide and deep till

I tumbled into the open arms

of the sea