The Roeburn
The invisible river flows through the endless night
Cold stone and loneliness
Deer bark in the woods
Sleeping birds are startled
I sit on a mossy rock and become the stars.
By Paul Michael Fergus Wiggin
Ode to the Roeburn
Your pleasant glades and babbling course helped shape my early life
Our courses set without regret seeing turbulence and strife
You calmly flow but most don’t know the gift that you have been
With twists and turns forgotten like the things that we have seen
Your harnessed strength brought riches once along your flowing course
But in just one day unfettered you showed your might and force
We all forgive what you once did as you raged without control
But will you forgive what we do now as we erode your very soul
I hoped one day I would return to see you again old friend
Your sustenance to life around I thought could never end
With grateful thanks for rewards bestowed to generations gone by
Let the children now protect you and never let you die.
Robert W Marshall
Childhood resident of Wray
