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River Terrig

River Terrig

 

For the most part, a lazy ambling brook

Chattering over the bleached stones,

Meandering through rough boulders

Strewn untidily in its leisurely path.

Cows and sheep quench their thirst,

Churning up silt, muddying the water.

The riverbank, home to small mammals

Scurrying to and fro among the weeds.

Heavy rain transforms the stream’s torpor

Into an angry torrent, frothing and raging,

The turbulence carries all before it.

The precipitation ceases, the turmoil subsides.

The rampaging and bubbling fury spent,

The water slows to a dilatory trickle.

The River Terrig continues in its course.

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