River Thames

When I thought of Leaving this ancient Town, I thought of you! Your dark winding, swirling waters, Gifted from distant Hills, You're Dangerous undercurrents, and your gentle tides, I hear you Calling like a jealous lover, Your long reaching limbs never far away, Reaching out to Embrace this town, This City, This soul, This home of Contradictions, Like a magnet, you draw us to your muddy shores, To let history bury our mortal treasures, Your silent rushing waters, Your bursting veins of life, Always flowing, Taking away our noise, our clutter, Our Sins, Pushing them along to a bigger place, To an open sea. John Roberts