Xévora

In the land of Iberia, where rivers flow, There's a whimsical river, called Gévora, you know. From Serra de São Mamede, it begins its quest, At a lofty height, above all the rest. With a length of seventy-three, point eight one, Through Portugal and Spain, it loves to run. At first, it heads east, then takes a southern bend, Joining the Guadiana, near Badajoz, in the end. On its left, the Jola, Guarranque, and Zapatón, They join the Gévora, as it journeys on. On the right, the Gevorete, Codosero, and Abrilongo, They add their might, as the river grows strong. The Gévora is a friend to creatures big and small, With its waters, they thrive, one and all. Birds and fish, frogs and ducks, They all call the Gévora their home, with luck. So, let's celebrate this whimsical river so grand, The Gévora, flowing through a magical land. With its beauty and grace, it's a sight to see, A treasure of nature, for you and me. Random page: Bzaeds