"My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hill; My heart with rapture thrills like that above."One short verse caused my mind to reel with questions: What is a rill? Is this a typo? Do I really love the rills? How can I possible know if I love rills unless I first know what they are? With so many questions, I went in search for answers.
The Van Buran Community Center defines rills as a result of erosion down a slope, and if this erosion is not corrected, gullies can form. Gullies become streams, and streams become rivers. With my first question answered, I still didn't know if I loved rills. Knowing what something is and loving it is two separate things. And who loves erosion anyway?
Here's what rills look like:
(Van Buran Community Center)
Even though erosion can be destructive, I can see the beauty in the rills. Can you?
So, yes...I do love the rills; they have a purpose in nature. I'm thankful for the song, "My Country 'Tis of Thee", which made me stop and take a better look at the beautiful country in which I live.
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