Lakeside walk then home

Walking and talking beside the lake,

Monday, 11th July 2016, 8:36 am
Updated Monday, 11th July 2016, 9:36 am

On a cool late summer evening.

Watching swallows swoop and glide,

Elegant swans, drifting and dreaming.

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Listening to sounds of soothing water

Tumbling through a woodland glade.

Curling, swirling, foaming and gurgling,

Running, rippling through dappled shade.

A Kingfisher poised on a leafy bough,

His keen eyes searching the stream.

High overhead the wise osprey circles,

Watching for ripples and a silvery gleam.

Rushes start moving at the water’s edge,

As the wise mallard raises the alarm.

Alerting the moor hens and wily coots

That the cunning old fox is working is charm.

The darkness moves slowly across the lake,

As the moon rises over the hillside.

Stars start to appear, giving a silver display,

As we head for home and the fireside.

Albert Armstrong,

Percy Street,