A Lincolnshire Lad - The River Rase Poem by Christopher Tye

A Lincolnshire Lad - The River Rase

The ducks looking forward to bread,
Hoping the town's folk of Market Rasen will visit,
Every crumb of bread gobbled up as spectators watch.

Rasenite's from West, Middle and Market Rasen,
Individuals all connected by the River Rase,
Varied town and villages linked by a waterway,
Enchanting and mesmerising body of water bringing tranquillity,
Running though the trio of Rasen's is one river.

Reaching the tranquil and picturesque West Rasen,
Ancient pack horse bridge under which it flows,
Spanning the Rase since the fourteenth century,
Evoking memories of times gone by.

By Christopher Tye