rivers flow not because of their power, but because of their persistence

I have never been to the great grey-green greasy Orinoco, and as it’s set all about with fever trees it seems unlikely that a mosquito-ridden river is ever going to be on my bucket list.  Not withstanding, I find this a very restful and meditative tune.

(As a matter of fact there’s a bit of journalistic licence here, because Kipling is actually talking about the great grey-green greasy Limpopo.  Not ever going there either.)

Please listen meditatively.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I have towed a boat but the girl was always sitting in it