Summer on Clyde

September 11, 2007 in Poem, Thoughts | 2 comments

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

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2 comments

  2. Ian Scott’s avatar

    Ian Scott on September 30, 2007 at 5:55 pm

    Bravo indeed! Thanks for sharing your poetic side,

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