Barry Stebbings Poet Terza Rima

Boat Ride II

Boat Ride II

      Upon the crowded deck, boaters go their way
      Drifting silently among sunken glades
      Where sun kissed ripples on sparkling waters play.

      'Tween quiet banks the elegant Heron wades,    
      In meadows long grasses horses forage
      Where passing willows cast their shifting shades.

      Open farmland, factory cut, under bridge,
      Boats glide, driven by the river’s silent force
      Motorway, urban sprawl and forested ridge.

      Flowing steadily from its far flung source
      Boaters not knowing how the fragile river thrives,
      Unaware of the world within the river’s course

      Then at its mooring the pleasure boat arrives,
      The river passing on beyond their distant lives.

      Barry Stebbings
      Sept 2022

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Ann Peck September 13, 2022 at 12:31 PM That's a lovely poem, Barry. I especially liked your third line. Lucky your river is flowing, ours are drying up. Barry Stebbings September 14, 2022 at 11:32 AM Thank you, Ann // Barry

Mystic Rose Rose September 4, 2022 at 2:07 PM the river never stops for no one, only cradles them for a little while, then moves on, nicely ported poetry dear poet :) Barry Stebbings September 9, 2022 at 6:55 AM Thank you, Mystic. // Barry