My River

The river swirls, the river flows

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow

Taking leaps from high to low

Slithering slow over valleys below

Surging with passion, taking leaves with the flow

Pushing and turning around stones, cold

Gathers, recedes then gaining speed again

Rushing round edges, the rough turns mould.

Stepping into the water, oh so cold!

Slowly entering, excitement overflows

Staying longer, turns warm, the cold

Then never want to leave again.

My river flows, it doesn't stop

The stones, the turns are there to go

But it's still fast flowing over trees over stones

Does he flow with me? This I don't know.

• Sg Congkak, by Dorothy on 18 March 2011