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A walk along a river bank

Through the chill mist comes the honk of lonely goose From an island over in the stream Somewhere out of view In the grey light of early day In the field cattle stand Lowing, guiding the days bright entrance Chewing cud and grass Viewing world with watchful eye From nowhere the wheezing whoosh of wings Tells us of swans arising On tall columns of milk frothed air Ahead on dewy bank A heron statued stands A grey sentry to our approach Along path Sided sometimes by sloes In their season Distant comes the whispering Watery sound of weir And mill and stream And the church bell tolling This hour of dawn At the gate in the corner we turn And homeward head To a world more frantic Than this timeless place 22/04/1998
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