Rauf's Poem

The River's a bird
He swoops and soars
The path below shows him
A little boat's oars.
The River's a shelter 
A towel, a cave
The residents who walk inside
Will feel a dry rave.

The River's a scarecrow
Guarding the field 
He acts cruel to the crows
With an invisible shield.
The River's a knight
On his horse 
He challenges dragons
To a fighting course.
The River's a filmer 
Making movie art
His project genres
Are always a head-start.

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