Rivers ebb and flow
From the highest mountains to the lowest valley.
Eventually trickling into the sea.
Rivers don't pass without a fight.
As it cuts through the landscape
Pebbles clatter, crumble
And decay with the force
Into insignificant fragments.
Salmon jump up stream to answer the call of nature.
Carefully avoiding the heron sitting patiently
On the rocks waiting for an easy feast.
The mud paths along side the water have healed.
Wild grass and heather have now returned.
A fox cub prances through the grass near his home.
Pretending to be like his parents.
But all he manages to catch is his own tail.
I am currently a third year student at the University
of Derby and have recently had several of my poems included within the
University of Derby student newspaper.