There is a small river
just behind that hill,
been flowing for centuries
... flowing still.
When the rains fell
that small river swelled,
there was a time
when it didn't smell.
Our ancestors' means of irrigation
a symbol of power in its own,
and may artists found inspiration
in the natural beauty being shown.
It brought life to so many
a highway of the past,
but into industrialism's clutches
it came to be cast.
Now that small river
just behind that hill,
may no longer flow so gracefully
but will keep flowing...still.
The spoils of modern man
overwhelming it so fast,
its only real beauty
lies in its past.
There is a small river
just behind that hill,
been flowing for centuries
... flowing still.
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