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
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