Damian Cranney Poems
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There is no peace to equal that, of fishing by a Lake,
Or a stream, or river broad, or pond within a wood,
If worries you would cast away, take a fishing break,
Nature, is the balm that Soothes, the restless soul for good.
I remember, one idyllic, sunny day in spring,
Rising early, well before, dawns tentative groping light,
Arriving at the lake to hear, a far off robin, sing,
A ripple from a rising fish, all added to the sight,
To angle for your supper, is reward enough, it's true,
But that day, was a record day, eleven trout all told,
It fed ...
In meadows full of rolling green,
A far off wood completes the scene,
It stands atop the distant brow,
And fills my heart with warmth, somehow.
In England there will always be,
Vistas of uncertainty,
That then are turned to Majesty,
By those blessed with the gift of seeing,