Least Read Poems About Rivers

there  no   more   refrains  
                         of    names  
           like                                  Place of Circling Waters  
                           where the swallows                           frenzy  
        during this                  curious  
                     slit                    of         
                  blush  
                                  swarms      swerve  
                           clamor       chaos  
      at least  
                            to me and sensible  
        ...

The riverside was my home
and I went there every morning,
a secure feeling along the banks
so for more, I kept yearning.

Alas! It changed its course,
with it went the rocks and twigs,
my home was left just a house,
What now do I do with your gifts?