The violent torrent springs from mountain’s flood
Thunders down the hillside like a God
But in the flatter fields its force is less
It gently flows through meadows brown cows bless
It broadens , flanked by gracious water mills
Here industry exerts its iron will
Polluted. disturbed Tees just flounders by
Until it reaches its great estuary
Wide and sandy beaches to the South
Decorate this generous water-mouth
As shells and little fossils mix with stones
We find peace and salty little bones
In its end, the wild stream has quite gone
The North Sea’s waves smack rivers overcome
How my heart sings 