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the rustle of reeds
narrow boat purrs along country canal
shirring quiet water
rumples flotilla of ducks and black coots
barely missing lazy feet
washes a moor hen into wet roots
wink of red unmistakable
and the reeds whisper
bending trees sough above the bow
that sighs through purling water
swallows swoop and soar
dark silhouettes
scything the sky
skimming ...
Thursday 2nd August 2012 4:54 pm
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