At Ease on the River
At ease on the river
The sun begins to go down
The water begins to glimmer
Everything seems to be sound
The sun begins to go down
The night brings with it the cold
Everything seems to be sound
The sun is now at half fold
The night brings with it the cold
The day becomes fit
The sun is now at half fold
The stars become lit
The day becomes fit
The water begins to glimmer
The stars become lit
At ease on the river
poem by Brendan Jones
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