I love the peace of my river As it flows in and out to the sea Moving slowly but determined It soothes the stress from me. The gulls that cry in the morning Or the Curlew chortle at night Seems to calm my inner soul And makes everything seem right. So no need for pills or alcohol Happiness is within easy reach When the salt waters of my river Lap softly at the beach.
Tag: River
My Friend the River
From the wide mouth of the Estuary To the stream beyond the road Flow the waters of my river Muddy, salt and cold. A rebirth occurs twice daily Through all the seasons weeks With recharging of the Marshes And new filling of the creeks. Its spawned life along its banks With folk of special breeds Who learned to fish and farm there To provide for tribal needs There's constancy, which comforts And always lets me know That whatever happens in my world The river will ebb and flow.
Rocks in the River
Life is a flowing river Sometimes calm Sometimes swollen and fast Fed by many streams of activity as a result of storms. There are some strong people in the stream who stand ever firm and who we can always reach for as we are being swept past. They seem to be set securely in firm clay while we scramble on loose shale You can hold on to them until the water is calm again and you can let go. Perhaps we should endeavour to work on our own foothold So in turn we can reach into the rushing waters of someone else's life and be their rock in the river.
A Blackwater Evening
An incredible sunset in a flat blue sky A calm stillness to the sea The moon making an early showing And its all there for me. A day spent sailing with winds just right Is rounded off with this splendour Though the summer is ending now I am ready for what winter will render. The river seems to grasp the sun As it sinks blazing in the west The tide turns slowly and falls away And each bird seeks out its nest. Following this glorious display All the sunlight is not yet shed The sky above my vantage point Turns to a bright so bright red. So shepherds will now rejoice And banish their fears or sorrow Like us they know today's been good - and so too will be tomorrow. September 2014
Work Party
The membership of the river club met on the jetty as the tide rose. A cheerful bunch of elderly men doing maintenance at season's close. Here the fluky tides hook in and drop detritus on the beach. Missing dinghies, bits of wood, plastic bottles for coke or bleach. The cheerful banter abruptly stopped some wondered why the chatter ceased for there with the flotsam and the junk was a sodden funeral wreath.
My Friend the River
On her waters I have cried and feared
But I have also dreamt my dreams
Shared magic moments with good friends
Who applauded my foolish schemes.
On her waves and tides I am clever
I can move mountains or part the sea
I can never express just how much
My estuary means to me.
Muddy, yet green and majestic
this river is my friend and my prop
May it ebb and flow for ever
till the World's End bids it stop.
As I See Things 