On An English Canal
We awoke upon a narrowboat
new to the reeling aboard
an eagle scanned the waterway
as a poet would record
Sixty fields we laboured
to give hours to the waves
yet this season flows on swiftly
no time can be saved
Hence we navigate our history
drift slowly from the roar
a little further, out of sight
the perfect place to moor
Auracle
Fri 25th Jul 2025 18:53
Fantastic! I could imagine myself flowing there.