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| 2008 THE RIVER Two khaki veins of river slither
in a trance, The first bubbles on the
Scottish border in a rhythmical
lavish dance, The other sprouts at Alston Moor
over shoals of tails and
fins, And the two flow down towards
Hexham, merging like Siamese
twins. Then, at this point at Warden’s
Rock, I, the I gingerly, gently crawl along
like a new-born baby fawn. Yet, I am not a deer for long
nor any creature of that kind; A sturdy cobra slices through my
blood and my mind. Reptilian features bombard my
soul but I’m an un-noticed eel; Such a unique fish, no-one knows
exactly how I feel. I snake my way through the
North-East, as for centuries I’ve
done, I’m present day and night
reflecting the moon, the stars, the
sun. And I watch my county form about
me, morphed and warped by
time But I’m too big a challenge to
mould; I stay, stubborn, the
mighty I glide under famous bridges but
I am not adored. Instead these steely walkways
are praised And their glory, they selfishly
hoard. None seems to realise what,
without the For not one of them would be
even there, if it wasn’t for me. But sadly, though I may be
strong, immortal I am not. Soon, I know, I must die as part
of nature’s plot. I know when I reach And I’ll slowly drown, suffocate
softly, the way it was meant
to be. By
Hayley
Simpson aged 11 years |
| 2007 KIELDER
DAM Asleep, by
night,
the creature sighs, Surrounded
by its
fringe of pine, While at
its
southern face, its mouth Is fed by
silver
veins of The The wall of
stone,
a prison door, Holding its
unstoppable fury, Keeping it
in its
mighty claw! In Among the
spruce
and all the pine. In the mud
there is
hidden beauty Where Lake
and A tower
looms,
engulfed in mist, Rising from
the It is the
brain,
controlling all; The Master
of that
mighty claw. And when
the
monster is unleashed, It’s a
creature of
power, a raging beast, Speeding
down the
river street, Bringing
water to
the North-East. by JAMES DILLON of St. Mary and |
