The Dipper Of Summerhill Force Poem by Paul Reed

Evening setting along stony path

It's muddy patches here and there

All the while, eying up his catch,

The Dipper flashes through the air;



Then, like a King astride his throne,

He sits atop the waterfall

For Summerhill Force is his home

His bobbing posture short, then tall;



And lifting up my heart, unknown to him,

By his mere presence in the failing light

As over the stream the dragon-flies skim

Fading gloriously into the night.