The river as it flows on by. <br />Softly sings us a lullaby <br />Our cottage built of weathered stone <br /> sits by the riverside alone. <br />Here where we raised our family <br /> we are still living happily <br /> Al though the family have flown <br />and now have children of their own. <br />The house was here before we wed <br /> and will be here when we are dead <br />But until then we’re satisfied <br /> to live beside the riverside <br />and listen to the lullaby <br /> the river sings as it flows by. <br /> <br />22/04/2009 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/familiarity-for-m-lady-ann/
