By the Water’s Mark

By the Water’s Mark: At the river’s bend, where the green reeds sway, We found a place to call our own, to stay. The native folk, they chose it well, it’s true, A picturesque scene, with skies of endless blue. Oh, the water flows, a silver line so grand, But every drop, my dears, must serve the land. From ancient source to where the trade will bloom, A proper tariff, to avert all gloom. They built their huts, a charming little maze, But efficiency demands a different phase. For proper flow, not just of water, dear, But revenue, to banish every fear. Oh, the water flows, a silver line so grand, But every drop, my dears, must serve the land. From ancient source to where the trade will bloom, A proper tariff, to avert all gloom. A little gate, a toll, a quiet plea, For access granted, for a modest fee. A pound, a shilling, just a simple price, For order, health, and all that’s truly nice. Oh, the water flows, a silver line so grand, But every drop, my dears, must serve the land. From ancient source to where the trade will bloom, A proper tariff, to avert all gloom. So towns will rise, and people multiply, Beneath the watchful, calculating eye. The river hums its ancient, flowing tune, And progress blossoms ’neath the rising moon. NevSR: Windows - VK Play & Android - RuStore Respect AI ChatGPT & Thank you! #nevsr #невср