The Gentle Des Plaines

by: Angela M., Central Elementary, 5th grade

The Gentle Des Plaines

A gentle breeze sneaks up behind me
I hear the water’s lullaby down below
The little ducks along the bank also listen to the water’s sweet lyrics
The rushing water is bumping against the still rocks creating a rhythmic tune
Then I close my eyes and take in a deep breath
The fresh air warms me all up inside
For some reason every time that I step onto this bridge, I feel safe and sound
Then a smell started to lift
I don’t exactly know how to explain it
It is neither good, nor bad but it is comfortable
Then, when I open my eyes, I realize that that is what you are River
A comfortable, quiet, peaceful place
Where there are no worries and no doubts
I keep looking down from the Green Bridge
I keep on thinking about your lullaby
It shall always keep playing all though Riverside
Your lullaby will never die
And that is why you are not just any old river
You are the gentle Des Plaines