RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES
The River Po
Running from the Alps to the Adriatic Sea
A wide and mighty river
The longest in Italy
It feeds the wealth of Turin and lovely Milan
Where da Vinci designed channels
Where poets devised songs
It concludes its run near Venice
Where it is populated by eels
Such a very strange phenomenon
To provide Italian meals
The great river nearly dried up
Twice in twenty years
That it will happen once again
Fuels our global warming fears
The river that turns purple
Like the wines that we hold dear
May one day not too distant
Simply fold and disappear
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