Resting on the banks of the rill, the current never keeps still.
Watching a maple leaf snag on a jagged reef.
Blowing gently the breeze ripples the nipples of the crescent waves.
Lifes a stir a wee smelt flickers away from that big mouth muzzle.
Slither along the sandy bottom lamprey lunching on the lifes be gone.
Blurred beneath the rivers way are beast of past that no man has ever seen.
Beast so mean they would haunt your dreams.
Truth be told their remains on display any docent can lead you to where they stay.