Chichester Ship Canal

As silent and twinkly as a clear night sky a wonderful place to allow time to race by the old chichester ship canal from years gone bye such serenity upon my doorstep the greatest thing since fresh baked bread until the railways knocked it dead now forms a floral faunal retreat instead where the bikes weave and the people gently tread. The basin resides at the southern tip of town a little bowl catching rain when it's falling down swelling from the river Lavants slight gush pretty lazy river, been years since it were flush and rapid-like would it rush while the cities Romain (or is it Romane??) remaining draining it's severely waning, showing signs of straining. Wandering along the old tow-path sounds from the ducks remind me of a laugh, the wise old Heron on a fishing trip gets to take a twilight dip and accompany his dinner with a long dropped chip. Facing to the sea with misty downs behind through the little Hunston twisty round wind carefully listen, no busy sound find. This winter, the water, it's frozen so thick resisiting even a hard thrown brick. The poor hungry birds who always run away fear has gone, replaced by hunger, they come to me today I empathetically hear every word they say! Peacefully the canal flows silently Peacefully the canal flows Solently! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull