The mighty Mumford’s appeal
Is that this river is real…
From cedar tree swamps
Past summer camps,
And ponds where fishermen creel!
Conjoined, two different creeks,
Wander through back yards and sneaks…
Peaceful not restive,
Over waterfalls it speaks.
Riedell (“riddle”) brook merges
Into the Mumford which urges…
Water to flow
Far down below,
Down through mill ponds turbid.
Through Uxbridge it parallels,
The Blackstone River it swells…
In South Uxbridge reeds
The merging succeeds,
Complete with cleaned-up river smells.
When paralleling Blackstone,
It makes the old canal its own…
Flowing through locks
Stripped of big rocks,
History courses along.