BeckI pace along with you beck.
You are trapped within your shores
Too deep to hurry or play and you are too
Dark with bracken and heather decay to
Let me frolic along...so I sing my song of
Cuckoo spit with one eye on you because
I know what you are in for... so for now just tarry!
You are nearly there at my place and you will be my beck!
The beck I know you will be. Full of gurgles and
Shallows and tickling stones that i can dam you
With! You can say hello to the old pools where
Frogspawn is housed temporarily and sticklebacks
Lodge with the bullyheads amongst the worn jam
Jars with waxed string for handles. So I pace with you beck
And will run and giggle as I send you off to merge
With a river I have never seen or know the name of.
The brothers await the young report.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2012-01-28 at 00:59
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