Stuck

Stuck Little stream with white shuffles moves pebbles took Light of the sun covers the emerald leaves of trees over look A red wall separating the roadside which beside leaned like a crook Bushes and willow grew from beneath that rose out picturing a book Along the town and down below under bridges and larger rush shook To find again I must travel to another town where water breathes unhook And once tall bridges above held torrents which now run trickle nook To find a river this stream passed through so much but never did just muck And slosh and mushy pounded feet now crush the water into moors with ducks To the open land that feeds with wheat harvested yellow green from a pebbled stream alone no friend just stuck.