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Swimming by the Sawmill at Golant


looking under the bridge 

I see the morning tide

rush past


and the heron

light on the unleafed tree

pointing downriver with its beak


mud bubbles

drop a thin drift

through the clear water


as friends and swans

spread out

across the quiet pond


around them

ripples gather the

sky and trees together


beside the vertical steps

steam rises

from the rust eaten rail


in a slow curve

the heron flies off

looking for breakfast




19th September 2019











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