Oh how I wish that I could be
A riv’let running to the sea
That constant trickles down the drain
The remnants of the night time rain.
A drip, drip, drip upon the wall
Now gathers fast at evenfall
And makes its downward way complete
Runoffs from gully, stream and street.
The volume growing as it flows
Cross valleys, fields and tall hedgerows
Until at last its task is done
And we have breached the river’s run !
Claire V. Bogdanos 