Under The River Bridge

• Christina Wen, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2021

I stared under the bridge
in the light morning sunshine.
As I felt the warmth of the air,
I peered into the river.
It glistened into a glow of pride,
as the lotus flowers bloomed on their leaves.
The little toads croaked on the waterbanks,
as the Koi fish swam in the bubbles.
The bright sun beamed,
creating a river reflection.
The water gushed
into little wet waves,
as the foggy winds blew into the river.