noises in the river

Noises in the river

by brian f kirkham

juggled up with “Anglers lament” by Inky

The water laps over the river bed

as it runs all wild and free

travelling over rocks and stones

on its way out to the sea

Adventures for a motley crew

they’re headed for somewhere fresh and new

swimming together like a team

towards another part of the stream

and as they make this endless slog

they’ll turn the pebbles and the logs

as they perform this ardous feat

enjoying a pre teatime treat

Bubbles rise – with occasional splash

as brothers and sisters , pebbles they’ll bash

and chomping on some watery treats

avoiding dangerous human feet

Sitting on his unfolded seat of Green

The Angler surveys the nets he’s between

With his hook he’s gone to and fro

but for his labour – not a lot his nets show

He casts out new lines – brimming with bait

(making sure his arm is straight)

and looks at luncheon as he waits

Another cup of tea he’ll pour – listening to tales on Radio 4

But what’s this , a noise ? Not far away

a familiar noise – the fish are at play

for by next door – in another basin

are those fish underwater – who’s laughter is raisin’