'The Stour' Extracts of a poem by Steve Charnley
From a spring I am born, a Mere trickle at first,
I emerge from the ground with a glug and a burst,
My waters are launched, my life taking flight,
As I grow from a stream to a body of might.
I meander through meadows with serenity and poise,
Then erupt over weirs with crescendo of noise,
Tranquil, yet rough; angry, yet calm,
Rapids cause fear; still warms charm.
Buzzards soar and swallows swoop,
Oaks stand tall and willows droop,
Dragonflies dance to the flow of my beat, For minds and souls, tranquillity replete.
I am the life; I have the power, I am your river; I am the Stour.