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