Author Richard Hughes We went down to the river's brink To of those clear waters drink, Where the fishes, gold and red, Ever quickly past us sped, And the pebbles, red and blue, Which we saw the green weeds through At the bottom shining lay: It was their shining made us stay. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments