over the hill
a river of fog
flooding the valley
haiku by Ben Gieske
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Flooding River
forbidden waters
makes one weak
a drowning man
knows no peace
flooding river
winding down
like a warden
grants no release
flooding river
gonna take my home
leave me
naked and alone
mean old river
so unkind
shows no mercy
leaves nothin' behind
poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Where Go the Boats?
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating -
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Ain't No Mountain High Enough
Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no vally low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me
From that day on I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way,some how
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
No wind, no rain
My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
As fast as I can
Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Hemsley
I am in the Valley of the Craftsmen,
And i am like the 'Omanhene of Ogaa'!
I am in the Valley of Love together with you,
And like the Valley of Women that swims in the river of your muse;
Traditional Area,
I want you to learn about my culture on this love.
Everyone needs a bit of adventure in life oh my sweet Hemsley,
So come and be the legitimate choice on my tracks of love;
And like the Valley of Women that swims in the river of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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~Valley~
River flow my way
singin' as you sway,
drownin' while you play...
River rock's grown worn
soothin' but he's torn,
my valley-way forlorn.
River won't you heal
freein' what I feel,
on bough and under keel.
Flowing westward goes,
windin' long you grow
in my valley-way, repose.
4-10-08
poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
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Valley
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking --
All containing --
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones.
In the long red, red valley people live here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Some bad people living further down the valley,
Not easy for us to do good trade.
We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water.
They got that valley road that they made.
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Holding hands on the hillside.
Showing love to your brother --
Your sister and your mother --
But we hate those people down the valley.
Has anybody seen moses?
Get him off that mountain.
Bring back the tablets of stone.
Its a wise, wise prophet who keeps his own council.
Yeah, leave the other mans wife alone.
In the long red, red valley people live here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking --
All containing --
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones.
In the long red, red valley people living here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only live the valley song.
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only know the valley song.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Back up the Hill
As I walked down to the river today
I met a man with no legs in a chair
we spoke about life and he stood tall in a way
as I walked down to the river
As I walked on I met a blind girl
who gave me directions just over the hill
for someone like me who was lost she could see
as I walked on to the river
Down by the banks I met a small child
whose mother and father had recently died
and he splashed around with a heartful of life
down by the banks of the river
As I looked in the river I saw a young man
a reflection of me if you understand
who thought he would end it as he coudn't cope
as I looked into the river
Considering the people I met on the way
they didn't give up I heard myself say
and though I believed that I'd been through the mill
I laughed at the river, and walked back up the hill.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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Valley Of Pain
DON'T LET ME GROW BITTER I PRAY
GIVE ME STRENGTH TO CARRY ON MY WAY
IM LEANIN' ON YOU LIKE A WOODEN CANE
WHILE I'M WALKIN THROUGH I'M WALKIN' THROUGH
THE VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M BELIEVN' THERE'S A REASON FOR THIS TRIAL
THIS TOO SHALL PASS IN A LITTLE WHILE
OH LORD HAVE MERCY IF I COMPLAIN
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
WON'T YOU BATHE ME IN A RIVER OF MY TEARS
WHISPER HOPE AND TRUTH AND COURAGE IN MY EARS
WHEN I'M HURTING I HAVE A DANGEROUS TOUNGE
I'LL LOSE IT AND USE IT LIKE A GUN
LORD STOP ME IF YOU SEE ME TAKIN' AIM
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
BATHE ME IN A RIVER OF MY TEARS
WHISPER HOPE AND TRUTH AND COURAGE IN MY EARS
REMIND ME WHEN I REACH THE OTHER SIDE
I'LL BE THANKFUL FOR EVERY TEAR THAT I CRIED
DON'T LET ME GROW BITTER I PRAY
GIVE ME STRENGTH TO CARRY ON MY WAY
DON'T LET THE DARKNESS DRIVE ME INSANE
WHILE I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, WALKIN THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN' THROUGH
A VALLEY OF PAIN
I'M WALKIN' THROUGH, I'M WALKIN' THROUGH
THIS VALLEY OF PAIN
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Iinto My Heart
Into my heart a river is flowing
Its roars are not heard, urging
Like a overfilled bowl it's flooding,
There starts soul's hurting.
At its banks the flood is beating,
Its dirt and stones are floating.
In the water swans are swimming.
Their secrets the waves are sharing
One day I'll not be able to rein it,
One by one my patience breaks
Destructing its river-bed once,
This river floods out of my eyes.
poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova
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Submissive
You are very submissive to me my love and,
We are like the hill and the valley living together;
So we can protect each other in any season on this love.
It should be a bit wet before you use it then,
It will be very lovely all day long.
It should be a bit soft before you eat it then,
You will love it forever!
For you are very submissive to my love.
You should leek it when it is very hard!
Then you will love eating it over and over agin;
For you are very submissive to my love and,
We are like the valley and the hill together always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Bird and the Hour
The sun looks over a little hill
And floods the valley with gold-
A torrent of gold;
And the hither field is green and still;
Beyond it a cloud outrolled,
Is glowing molten and bright;
And soon the hill, and the valley and all,
With a quiet fall,
Shall be gathered into the night.
And yet a moment more,
Out of the silent wood,
As if from the closing door
Of another world and another lovelier mood,
Hear'st thou the hermit pour-
So sweet! so magical!-
His golden music, ghostly beautiful.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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The Story of River Nile with Egyptian Women
Once upon a time in the beautiful ancient Egypt
The sun asked the river Nile
From where you got this golden color?
The river Nile said
It's the color of the Egyptian women skin
When they come to bath
I melt some of their skin's color
The sphinx asked the river Nile
From where you got this sweet taste? The river Nile said
My sweetness is from the sweat of the Egyptian women.
The pyramid asked the river Nile
Why you flooding up every year
The river Nile said
When i feel longing to have more women
The Egyptian men protested against the Nile
Please stop your sexual harass
They always come back asking for more
The river Nile asked
So do you give them what they need?
The Egyptian men said
Yes we must do..We can't resist their temptation.
The same with me
The river Nile said.
poem by hosny Soliman
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The River
I come from down in the valley where mister when youre young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
Wed ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green
Wed go down to the river
And into the river wed dive
Oh down to the river wed ride
Then I got mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river
And into the river wed dive
On down to the river we did ride
I got a job working construction for the johnstown company
But lately there aint been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I dont remember, mary acts like she dont care
But I remember us riding in my brothers car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks Id lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath shed take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it dont come true
Or is it something worse that sends me
Down to the river though I know the river is dry
Down to the river, my baby and i
Oh down to the river we ride
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Grand Rapids
Air -- "Bright Alfaretta"
Wild roved the Indians once
On the banks of Grand River,
And they built their little huts
Down by that flowing river.
In a pleasant valley fair,
Where flows the river rapid,
An Indian village once was there,
Where now stands Grand Rapids.
Indian girls and boys were seen,
With their bow and quiver,
Riding in their light canoes
Up and down the river.
Their hearts were full of joy,
Happy voices singing
Made music with forest birds,
They kept the valley ringing.
Indians have left and gone
Beyond the Mississippi.
They called the river Owashtenong
Where stands this pleasant city.
Louis Campau the first white man
Bought land in Grand Rapids.
He lived and died, an honored man
By people of Grand Rapids.
When Campau came to the valley
No bridge was across the river;
Indians in their light canoes
Rowed them o'er the water.
Railroads now from every way
Run through the city, Grand Rapids;
The largest town in west Michigan
Is the city of Grand Rapids.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.
Let your love be like the misty rain, coming softly, but flooding the river.
Daffodil
Gold tassel upon March's bugle-horn,
Whose blithe reveille blows from hill to hill
And every valley rings--O Daffodil!
What promise for the season newly born?
Shall wave on wave of flow'rs, full tide of corn,
O'erflow the world, then fruited Autumn fill
Hedgerow and garth? Shall tempest, blight, or chill
Turn all felicity to scathe and scorn?
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms; not a bird
Of evil augury is seen or heard:
Come now, like Pan's old crew, we'll dance and sing,
Or Oberon's: for hill and valley ring
To March's bugle-horn,--Earth's blood is stirred.
poem by William Allingham
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A Mansion On The Hill
Tonight down here in the valley
Im lonesome and o how I feel
As I sit here alone in my cabin
I can see your mansion on the hill
Do you recall when we parted
The story to me you revealed
You said you could live without loving
In your loveless mansion on the hill
Ive waited all through the years love
To give you a heart true and real
Cause I know youre living in sorrow
In your loveless mansion on the hill
The light shine bright from yer window
The trees stand so silent and still
I know youre alone with your pride dear
In your loveless mansion on the hill
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Where Is The River?
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or somewhere else
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or hidden under the ground
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or safe inside the cave
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or still far away
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or up above the cloud
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or out of our reach
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or trickling on the rock
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or gathering in the pool
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or down over the cliff
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or just sight of illusion
Where is the river?
Is it here
Running in your eyes
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or sudden flood in the road
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Slip Away
She lives in the tv sky
She lives in such pain
She rides in a bulletproof
Stretch limousine
The smoke in the barroom nights
The faces in the window
The sound of the harbor horn
She recognized
And when the music started
She just slipped away
Just like a river rollin down
And when the music started
She just slipped away
High on a windy hill
The turbine did whine
Low in the valley chill
A baby was cryin
Impossible to take the time
The moment is here
Cry out from behind the pines
A voice comin near
And when the music started
She just slipped away
Just like a river rollin down
And when the music started
She just slipped away
song performed by by Neil Young
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