September 2007

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Summer on Clyde

Summer on Clyde
Where the sedges fly
The sky red blue
And the anglers two

Together they stand
Cheap cork in their hands
Smiles on their faces
In the river, gracious

A tumbling riffle
Flows into calm glass
Speeds up and encircles
Dry legs in the water

Wafting weed pulses
And breaks up the flow
Green hair on the rocks
Washed daily, pure water

To come and to stand
On the grassy hill bank
Is perfection removed
From a world gone mad

Summer on Clyde
Brothers, side by side
The fading light
And the anglers plight



Blue boat

We walk with hope
to the blue moored boat

And cast a fly

across the evening summersky