Where the kingfisher darts the river Stour will flow
with its great old willows swaying to and fro.
Long slender branches with their leaves deep in water
makes these old trees look so much shorter.
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Great poem Sylvia, I love the last 2 lines. Bless! Im off to read some more of these great works.x0x
I don't know if I will ever get to see England (but I so want to!) , but you, every time you post a piece like this, take me on my own private tour, and how glad I am to go along with my dear friend Sylvia Rose! Thank you for the beautiful trip.
What a beautiful word painting. Serene thoughts recollected in tranquillity. This is a poem filled with creative light.. Love, Sandra