Troutbeck
At first gently trickling, tinkling.
Hitting rocks dividing, sprinkling.
From the source at Park Fell Head
Down the hill it starts to spread.
Flashing, splashing, whirling, twirling.
Zipping, dipping, dropping, dripping.
Gliding sliding, Hirdy's grave it passes .
A rounded mound covered in grasses.
Quietly it runs lest he should wake,
A giants roar, making the earth quake.
Picking up speed rushing, gushing
Sliding, slipping, flowing, flushing.
Grinding stones to make sandy beaches
A hiding place for nymphs and leeches.
Living amongst the stones and pebbles,
Part of the food chain at different levels.
Dashing, splashing, on you go,
Tumbling, rumbling, never slow,
Twisting, twirling, what a rally,
Moving onward down the valley.
Passing fields of sheep and rams,
And in spring, all the lambs.
Now the scenery begins to change,
Past more houses, does this feel strange?
Near the office that sorts out mail,
Then under the road you begin to trail.
Sputter, spatter, near the swimming pool,
The sports hall and the large Lakes School.
The children rush to see it pass,
But shouldn't they all be in class?
Slowing down near journey's end,
One more curve and one more bend,
Getting wide as you draw near,
England's longest lake--- Windermere!
Here spreading out without a care,
Eventually evaporated into air,
Taken up and cooled in clouds of grey,
Waiting for another rainy day,
Drifting along until you stop dead........
Then drip drop, once more onto Park Fell Head.
Made in a guided writing session by Year 6