On the Weweantic

A poem about life on a little river

Upon the Weweantic,
'mid bramble , thorn and thatch ,
upon it's muddy shore ,'neath
an all so warming sun ,
dragonflies ,bugs and gnats ,
I do so love to catch .

The Weweantic , though not
very wide she be , flows in and out ,
and though not fast , she makes it
to a distant eastern sea.

Upon the Weweantic ,
'mid bramble , thorn and thatch ,
upon it's muddy shore , 'neath
an all so warming sun ,
dragonflies ,bugs and gnats ,
I do so love to catch.

Though not very wide she be ,
upon the Weweantic ,
it's a bullfrog's life for me.