Swans diving in the river, 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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