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mike fox

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Through sluice and hatch, o’er dam and weir, through meads and watering places My waters great rush as in spate, as on the mill wheel races. Gently throughout the meads I creep, enriching as I go The produce fine will feed the kine in days of frost and snow. Down from the hills with eyes agleam the thirsty cattle run From dust and flies and cloudless skies, to shadow from the sun. O’er gravel bright I run in fright, with dread lest hindered be, My journey, nay, no thing shall stay, is downward to the sea.
Algae green, so seldom seen, whose life the sun has started On weed and stone they make their home, until by me are parted. The tiny young of many flies, of midges and sedges too, Swim on and out or crawl about, with nothing else to do. The nymphs swim quickly from my bed, and to the surface rise A caddis face pokes out from its case as on my bed it lies. O’er gravel bright I run in fright, with dread lest hindered be, My journey, nay, no thing shall stay, is downward to the sea.

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