Swans On The River, , , Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Sun rises in the east,
sunsets in the west. When
strong winds blow, don't always
know which way is best.
South always has been easy, I
Don't think that's the way to go.
But North has always had so many
Storms And Snow.

i've scritched and i've scratched,
so long to build this nest. Twigs,
and scraps have always, gratefully
wrapped. Some have broke and snapped.
I Fell at time or two. Got a little
twitterpated. Lost and had to start
a new. Curled up where the caged bird
sings, Took alittle nap for a year or two.

Woke up to a map, that led me to a book.
It's pages alot stronger, it said come,
and take a look. So a peek i took. And,
before i knew it, I was flying along a
brook. Beautifully it flowed, Caringly
it showed, another road. Back, to where
The Secret River Flowed!