Thursday, 7 October 2021

THE RIVER WATERS

The river waters

Take their time

Slowly meandering

Through fragrant meadows

Copse and wood

Rural idylls all

Where time stands still.

Swans use a quiet ait

As an islet sanctuary

But the quiet waters

Though slow of purpose

Have no time to dwell

And are reluctantly

Bound for the sea
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