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From Longwood I walk past the barges all moored there
And under the road as I head on my way,
Thus leaving the noise from the traffic behind me
The sky is so blue on this wonderful day.
I follow the path as it winds and meanders
I step around puddles that lie on the ground,
While verges are flecked by the dandelion flowers
And bluebells and nettles that grow all around.
The Riddian bridge with its low narrow archway
Looks so picturesque in the soft morning light,
And casting its shade on the still and calm water
That's lit by the sun and is shining so bright.
I'm lost in a place that all time has forgotten
Yet gone are the cargoes not seen anymore,
With all of the horses that trod the same towpath
While pulling those barges of coal lime and ore.
The hedgerow like snow as the hawthorn's in blossom
The bees and the butterflies make it their home,
So gaily they weave through the bright coloured petals
I watch as they wander so freely they roam.
Beyond lies the country the fields and the meadows
The horses in pastures that feed on the grass,
I hear the sweet song of the chaffinch who sings to
Enlighten the morning as slowly I pass.
While there in the reed beds the moorhens do linger
Their newly hatched chicks staying close to their side,
I pause for a moment and then I continue
To gaze at the swifts who majestically glide.
High up above through the air they are soaring
A sign that the springtime is now truly here,
And warming my heart for a scene of such beauty
The land and the water and skies that are clear.
I head to the 'Boathouse' the end of my journey
And stop for a drink as I rest by the wall,
I watch as two geese with five goslings are passing
And hear their sweet voices so softly they call.
I gaze at the bank that lies over the water
For their grows the gorse with its flowers of gold,
So peaceful and tranquil I take in the moment
To form treasured memories I shall always hold.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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