Noises in the river
by brian f kirkham
juggled up with “Anglers lament” by Inky
The water laps over the river bed
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’
The Inkwell 