River Ran 'Round Poem by Andrew Benton

A river ran ‘round a mountain,
and boasted to the sky:
“My burden’s heavy everyday
and yet I don’t run dry.”

A rock hear Old Man River,
and stopped him in his tracks:
“You’d actually be nothing if you lacked
my brothers’ backs.”

A nearby tree spread out its wings
and said with boundless glee:
“none in this land would dare compare
his strength to that of me.”

The pride these sylvan titans showed
upon their wooded hill,
was heard by all and loved by none-
but yet the river still did run.

A single humble daisy
could be found within the clay-
his gentle nature grimaced
at his fellows’ hopeless fray.

He tried to lend them greeting
on that glorious spring day,
and yet his cries fell on dear ears
and through the endless stream of years
his bloom seemed destined to decay.

Until the flower turned his head
upon the gracious sky-
and over eagles’ graceful arcs
he was then seen to fly—

For when the River returned home
to revel in his glee,
a field of daisies lined his winding
passage to the sea.