Boat Ride Poem by Barry Stebbings

Lead by unseen hand through watery forest,

Drifting silently among sunken glades

Where sun warmed breezes kiss rippled waters,

'Tween quiet banks the living river runs.

Dipping ducks feed and swim in sibling groups

Where passing willows cast their shifting shade.

Fish glide, careless, through their watery world.

The boaters, not heeding, go their way;

Not seeing the aquatic world beneath.

Nor knowing the river's old rhythmic song,

Only the sound of their own strident voices

And sight of their preconfigured time.