Valerie Bloom

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The River

The River

The River's a wanderer,
A nomad, a tramp,
He doesn't choose one place
To set up his camp.

The River's a winder,
Through valley and hill
He twists and he turns,
He just cannot be still.

The River's a hoarder,
And he buries down deep
Those little treasures
That he wants to keep.

The River's a baby,
He gurgles and hums,
And sounds like he's happily
Sucking his thumbs.

The River's a singer,
As he dances along,
The countryside echoes
The notes of his song.

The river's a monster
Hungry and vexed,
He's gobbled up trees
And he'll swallow you next.

from Let Me Touch the Sky (Macmillan Children's Books, 2000), copyright © Valerie Bloom 2000, used by permission of the author


Valerie Bloom

Valerie Bloom Reading from her Poems

1Autumn Gilt

2Granny Is


4The River

5Pinda Cake


7I'm Not A Kid

8Let's Go Play Football



11De Bread Van

12Kisko Pop

13Mummy, Are You Blind?


15Two Seasons


17Something Comes

18Scared of the Dark

19Next Door's Cat



22Whose Dem Boots


24Mega Star Rap

25Chicken Dinner

26Tall Tales

27Chicken Poxed

28Haircut Rap

29Baffled Turkey

30Eat Your Veg


32Who Dat Girl?

33The Old House

34My Brother Helps Out

35We Don't Believe

36The Tall Ships

37Don' Ride No Coconut Bough Down Dere

38What Am I?

39My Sister Thinks I'm Hopeless

40Riddle 1

41Riddle 2

42Duppy Jamboree

Books by Valerie Bloom