The Ripples And The Boatman Poem by Antony Terrence

Oh Ripples! You catch my fancy,
Hold me still while my boat-sway
Rips the silvery plane so glossy
Under the smiling sun.
Like the maiden seated so pensive
So anxious to touch the shore,
You are off and off to the shore
Never to return, never to come.
As fast as the whistling wind,
As slow as the whispering breeze,
You are off and off to the bank
And then beyond my sight you sink,
Like the maiden who’ll be soon gone
And in my heart and memory be sunk.
Oh Ripples! You ripple my heart
And have a room to tickle my wit
Coz the many gone before left you my heart