Downstream – The Thames

oxfordshire-1  

As we glided down the river path,

Lush green grass on both sides we passed;

The soft beam of the evening sun,

Warming our faces, under a bridge we crossed.

 

The flowers swaying in the moist chilly breeze,

As varied in colour like the rainbow that peeked;

The smell of the woods inhaling deep,

We brushed the light drizzle off our sleeves.

 

As I lay back on the cushioned plank,

In level with the water like a raft;

I looked to my right and what do I see?

A little duck, struggling to keep pace with me.

 

I closed my eyes to seal in the beauty,

That around me was abundant and free;

When again I opened my eyes, what should I see-

A group of ducks was floating alongside me.

 

Under a pretty bridge, when once again we passed,

The blue eyed punt girl in English accent said to us:

“Magdalene Bridge off the river Cherwell it is –

From Oxfordshire, we’re punting downstream. ”

 

punting-

 

duck-in-oxford

oxfordshireoxfordshire-2

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s