Chugging along and singing a song, as the world slips by.
Waving to friends on the bridge around the bend.
Watching the birds swoop down from up above.
The fish down below dive deep as we glide on through.
Dodging the lines attempting to catch one of them for tea.
Old Mrs West is sitting at rest waiting to wave to us,
As she always attempts to do, as part of a ritual.
Slowly we glide away leaving village life behind,
As we head for the wide-open spaces and skies.
© 2024 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: © Colin Westingdale
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