Stanza 3

The River's a hoarder, 

As he buries down deep

Those little treasures

That he wants to keep.

Stanza 3

The river likes to keeps the things he finds along the way. He hides these things deep down in the river bed. These are the things he values and wants to keep his treasure trove.

Stanza 2

The river's a winder,

Through valley and hill

He twists and he turns

He just cannot be still.

Stanza 2

The river does not moves in a straight line as it moves through valleys and hills. He changes his path and winds from left to right as he moves along its course. He just cannot lay still.

nomad 

wanderer

tramp 

Stanza 1

The River's a wanderer,

A nomad, a tramp,

He doesn't choose one place

To set up his camp

Stanza 1 

The river is always on the move. Like a wanderer, a nomad  or a tramp, he cannot settle down in one place. He does not have a permanent home.

LESSON PLAN

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SUBJECT MATTER

The  persona talks about the river as it flows through valleys and hills. It is always moving as it winds its way  to the plains it twists and turns. Along the way, the river keeps whatever it collects. The river makes sounds that are peculiar or special only to it. The river moves happily on and it sings and dances. Its song can be heard by the people whose places it passes through. But, the river is a trouble maker for it can bring down trees and is the cause of floods.

LITERAL MEANING

The river a  natural phenomenon and part of the physical features of earth. It moves from its source to its mouth and journeys non-stop through hills and valleys. As it travels, it twist and turns and goes where it likes. Along the way, the river inadvertently collects things and these stay in the river bed. As it moves over lowlands, the water gurgles with a happy sound. At steep drops where thee is a waterfall, the water moves or dances swiftly and falls with a loud roar that echoes through the valley. But, the river can cause erossion by pulling down trees and creating floods.

The River 

The River’s a wanderer,

A nomad, a tramp.
He doesn't choose one place 

To set up his camp.

The River’s a winder, 

Through valley and hill.
He twists and he turns,

He just cannot be still.

The River’s a hoarder,

And he buries down deep
Those little treasures

That he wants to keep.

The River’s a baby,

He gurgles and hums,
And sounds like he’s happily 

sucking his thumbs.

The River’s a singer,

As he dances along,
The countryside echoes

The notes of his song.

The River’s a monster

Hungry and vexed,
He’s gobbled up trees

And he’ll swallow you next.

Valerie Bloom

The River :Valerie Bloom

The Poet

• Born in Clarendon, Jamaica in 1956.
• Moved to England in 1979 and currently lives in Kent.
• A poet and a novelist who writes poems and stories for children, conducts writing courses and visits schools to share her experiences and talent in writing because she enjoys teaching children.
• She also edits a number of collections and her poems have been published in more than 200 anthologies.
• Appointed as Member of The order of British Empire (MBE) in 2008.