The River

Down the lane not far from home

Across a field where we occasionally roam

There is a river that slowly wends

Along a pace until it bends

It is a bit misty in certain places

In others, you see a reflection of your faces

The wildlife pop along to say hello

Out from the riverbank as you go

The odd fluttering Moorhen or two

Seen to watch just what you do

So as to protect their young chicks

In their nests made of sticks

The river fish scamper about

As they know, someone is about

To them its food that people bring

As into the river bread they fling

Down we walk along the path so still

Sometimes fighting off the winter chill

Or in summer basking out in the Sun

Then everyone is out, it is so much fun

To enjoy an evening stroll it seems

Is part of many a lovers dreams

As arm in arm, they steal a kiss

Our walk is something we never miss