Henley-on-Thames
In the flow of Green River
the swans float serine
The lock gates there open
Pleasure boats glide in between
As the sun creeps it glitters
We downcast our eyes
No time here for life’s questions
No wherefores and whys
Grasses dip in soft breezes
Witness whispering willows
Couples pass linked in daydreaming
neath a cloudscape that billows
Extend an ear here
as Toad flies whizzing past
Nearing us walkers
Ratty tends to his mast
In the calm of Green River
we drift nearly asleep
Hidden from world weary worries
which we know will all keep
Patrick Mackeown, May 2006
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