River Swale Poem by Paul Reed

River Swale



The steps down carved in dried mud
With edgings of timber
Tree roots laid bare
Ready to ensnare unsuspecting ankle;
Under dappled shade we threw stones
Aimlessly
And collected others
The two brothers alive with excitement;
The river had seen it all before
And knew more than them;
We bade farewell to a branch
Dislodged from the riverbank
And now with no time to thank us
On course for a new life
Who knows where?

We knew we too might never be here again
And breathed in the sweet air of the moment
Listened to the tranquil rush
Of the waters
And unconsciously marked this day
In our memories

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