When the river runs free once more
And herds roam clover-clad rill
When Queen Ann’s lace trims with dainty grace
Fence-row, hollow, field and hill…
When the river runs blue again
Laughing in glimmer so glad
When its song ice-gripped is unchained from its crypt
To pleasure the day-dreaming lad
When the river runs winding and wild
Splashing its way to the sea
When willow and sedge lures lovers to its edge
To revel on heaven’s green knee
When the river runs rampant, released
Washed of winter’s cold remains
The world will be sweet with the dance of bare-feet
And youth running wild in our veins
© Janet Martin
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