Boat Ride
Boat Ride
Lead by unseen hand through watery forest,
Drifting silently among sunken glades
Where sun warmed breezes kiss rippled waters,
'Tween quiet banks the living river runs.
Dipping ducks feed and swim in sibling groups
Where passing willows cast their shifting shade.
Fish glide, careless, through their watery world.
The boaters, not heeding, go their way;
Not seeing the aquatic world beneath.
Nor knowing the river's old rhythmic song,
Only the sound of their own strident voices
And sight of their preconfigured time.
Barry Stebbings
21/05/2016
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2016
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