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Movement - Noah Moray Parker (M)

I am a river, swirling, twisting, rolling

Just like the rest of the arguing,

Pulsing, fighting, complex.

Moving, ever moving, we don't know where,

We don't know why, but we do.

Ground - Noah Moray Parker (M)

I am stained with the

Life,

Body,

Soul of the Earth.

I can feel the pointing finger,

Jab, hard into my dark crevices.

I am filled with clear, bright

Energy.

Unititled - Tori Aynsley (H)

Rushing down the river gleams,

I hear the sound of swirling trees,

A rustle from the hedge beside

Along the river but deep and kind.

The smooth, wet rocks beside the river,

The gleaming, golden sun

Shining. The river speaks of gurgles and gulps.

Suddenly, the trees begin to speak

With swirling and whispering that it's time to go.

The sun has gone,

The clouds replaced.

I must go,

It's time to fly away.

The River - James Stirling (G)

Down by the old

Rusty, bank the river

Slowed. The water

Jumped like dogs.

Where the grass

Is green and the

Flowers were out.

The trees lent over

The River.

Gentle River - Alastair Prenter (G)

Glistening white water running along the soft rocks that occasionally rock along the river bed which seems untouched by everything apart from the beautiful but cold water that never stops. There are grooves in the river that never change shape and yet the water is always moving. It is shiny, so, so shiny and glistening so that it would make you feel that it would always be bright. The water reminds me of life as it keeps going on and on and on and even when there is a rock in the water, the water just adapts and moves around it.

When the river is calm, all you can hear is a gentle trickling calling you which will never cease and never stop. The river will never let anyone down, here it's always a beautiful and sunny day.

The River - Campbell Gibson (G)

The water rushing over the rocks

The wind blowing in the grass.

A place where the chaos and hassle stops I think this place is pure class.

The River Almond - Lottie Brinkhorst (L)

As I sit on a jagged rock

All that surrounds me is woods.

To the right of me is the flowing river

As it crashes and knocks against the

Rocks.

To the left of me is a golden field that came out of nowhere And is guarded by a wooden, broken fence.

As the sun glistens down on the

Busy River Almond it fills me

With calmness.

All I can hear is the tweeting of birds

And the rushing of the following water.

As the sun goes behind the cloud

I am left with nothing but wind.

Although the river is not bright

Anymore, I am still happy sitting

On this jagged rock

Listening to nothing but water.

The Mirror River - William Guy (G)

The rustling white horses

Clash with the curving rock.

As the water flows it picks up

Debris like a taxi and

Drops it off.

The trees shadow the water

Like tall men to a baby.

It always changes from start

To source, flows, trickles, stalls,

Then the slowed down river

Snores to sleep.