The Lord Of Willow Stream Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris

I am the reedy river prince,
The lord of willow stream.
Below the water is my home,
Where silver fishes team.

From here I watch the leaves above
Float past like summer cloud,
And listen to the distant wier
That makes a splashing sound.

You’re welcome to come down and join
My gurgling minnow throng.
We’ll feast on heaps of berries and nuts,
And sing a babbling song!

Fear not the hidden stalking fish,
With me they dare not fight.
The cunning pike is kept away,
He knows this monarch’s might!

And when the sun has fled the sky,
The moon and stars appear
And shimmer a silver sheen
To us that dwell down here.

Or better yet come in my house
Of twisted alder root,
To drink the finest river brew,
Made by the friendly coot.

Such a happy time we’ll have,
We’ll laugh and sing and dream,
And wish to never leave again,
The realm of willow stream.