The Roskhill river flows gently towards the sea, ceaselessly providing us with the tranquil sound of its journey.
Where the River Sings
The river serenely sings and flows
Passing wildflowers that sway and glow.
Downy willow seeds float in the air,
Then land in the meadow without a care.
The air is warm and the rays are bright,
Flooding the meadow with radiant light.