Stephen Wylie

Freshman - 943 Points (Glasgow)

Swans Of The Grand Union Canal - Poem by Stephen Wylie

Across the placid water they glide,
Necks long and elegant,
Poised to dip beneath a surface
That's smooth as their unruffled backs,
But dark and gleaming, holding secrets.

One looks me quietly in the eye and circles,
More in hope than expectation.
A few turns of its brown, webbed feet,
Are all it deigns to make.
Its head ducks down,
Comes up with weed
In reproach to my failure
To meet its unexpressèd need.
It chuckles water through its bill.
The canal remains both dark and still.

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  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (3/2/2014 10:04:00 PM)

    Swans crave junk food too! - enjoyable poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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