Long Waterside Poems
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Ballad
by William Soutar
translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
O, surely you have seen my love
Down where the waters wind:
He walks like one who fears no man
And yet his eyes are kind!
O, surely you have seen my love
At the turning of the tide:
For then he gathers in his nets
Down by the waterside!
Yes, lassie we have seen your love
At the turning of the tide:
For he was with the fisher folk
Down by the waterside.
The fisher folk worked at their trade
No far from Walnut Grove:
They gathered in their dripping nets
And found your one true love!
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As the lights shimmer on the water
A rippling cascade of beauty is caused to exude
With the glowing sheen provided by the dockside glow
Making a brilliant natural interlude
When the waves ebb to and fro
And lap at the waters edge, gently
I can hear a voice in my distant mind
Whispering I love you, so pleasantly
With the white and blue lights in the distance
I walk slowly, thinking of you, and your smile
And it reminds me constantly
I have missed you for quite a while
So my mind drifts in and out of true love thoughts
Just like the waters with their Rainbow glow
And I send a message on the wind
To say I love you so
The poet hears the river’s cry
In the flow of waters going by
Ebb and flow, calm and storm
The poet finds the river’s form
In verse – in words that soothe and lift
The river’s wound the water shifts –
From idle streams on mountain keeps
To waterfalls that never sleep
And brooks that ease through valleys by,
Which understand the river’s cry,
To the river flowing ever on
To the verse, the poem and the poet’s song –
Oh, the poet knows the river’s cry
In the verse it lays at waterside
Nearer now than the muse it knows
For the poet knows the verses flow
From the flow of waters going by
Where the river goes, where the river cries
The ancient jagged rocks stand, like black sentinels along the waterside,
Protecting the land from the continuous raging tide.
They are perpetually black, either slicked with water or as a sharp silhouette against a blue crystal sky.
They dominate everything and are especially feared by every mariner that make their slow way by.
On their landward faces they offer protection from the wind,
And creatures shelter there, in a place where peace is so hard to find.
The tops are sharpened points, that seem to reach right up to the clouds,
The only sounds are the wind, the sea and the gulls screeching out loud.
These sounds are never ending they go on for eternity,
The sentinels just ignore it all and stand there protecting everything from the everlasting sea.
beside the sea
running sa
slowly
flowing
as floods
released
where
rivers meet
out
of
reach
waterside
meets countryside
with
force&grace
tides high
weeds&silt
rustic calm
comes
to rest
arches once stood
verandered
wide
now
neglected
so still
the dream
as in a vacuum
unattained
where
farewells&tears
abound
out of place
yet
know before
plain&high
truly laid
to stand the strain
one might
suppose
formed
then stormed
as strength
withdrew
inspiration
once poured
for fame&name
leaving
the
nearly
past
Sat by the jetty overlooking the waters
of Tombia
Waves and ripples as boats drive
pass speedily
Passengers and luggage alike all
disembarking
All by the Tombia waterside in the
riverine Rivers
Free from the hustles and bustles bedevilling
Port Harcourt
The mayhem and chaos in the Oil city all left
behind in the city
Yet such serenity by the waters of Tombia
Piece, quiet and tranquility quieten my
stress
Trying to be patient, but my patience is
running riot
Trying to stay and remain calm by the waters
of Tombia.
Roasted peppered fish and plantains my
consolation.
All by the waterside of Tombia.