Abdurraheem Green – The Brook

			I come from Hans of Kuta and Hearn, I make a sudden Sally, and sparkle out among the fun to bigger
down a valley. By 30 Hills I hurry down will slip between the ridges by 20 thoughts a little town
and half 100 bridges to lost by Philips fire my flow to join the brimming river for men may come and
men may go but I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways and little shops and trebles I Bumble into
editing Bay's I babble on the pebbles, with many curve my bank sigh frets, by many of field and
fallow, and many have very full land set with Willow weed and Mallow. I chatter chatter as I flow to
join the brimming river for men may come and men may go but I go on forever. I whined about and in
		

			and outs with hear of blossoms sailing, and here and there or lusty trout. And here and there of
grayling, and here and there. A foamy flake upon me as I travel with many a silvery water break
above the golden gravel and draw them all along and flow to join the brimming River. For men may
come and men may go but I go on forever. I still buy lawns and grassy plots. I slide by Hazel
covers, I removed the sweet forget me nots that grow for happy lovers. I slip I slide I glue my
glance among my skimming shallows. I make the nettled sunbeam dance against my Sandy shallows. I
murmur under moon and stars in brambly wildernesses, I linger by my Xingyi bars I loiter around my
		

			crevices and outside again I curve and flow to join the brimming River. The men may come and men may
go, but I go on forever.