RIVER WINDING

Vapid verses on nature, the seasons, some other things; 22 of them, trifles all, rhymed or unrhymed or awkwardly half-rhymed. They venture little, gain less: "Once we laughed together/ By the river side/ And watched the little waves/ Watched the waves.// Now I walk/ Along the bank/ The water's very blue/ And I am walking by the waves/ Walking by the waves/ Missing you." The book design lacks organization, unity; the poems just lack character.