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The River Raged

The river raged today.
Torrents of foaming tears flowed forth over the weir.
The river raged
And in it's rage cried out
"What am I?
A tourist's plaything,
A dumping ground for humanity
Or the life blood of a city?"
They didn't hear.
Silently in the distance punting and making merry,
But I heard,
I heard those plaintive cries that rose up on the breeze with the dispersing foam.
Was I the only one who listened?
As the river raged that day?

Moonwillow 26th January 2003