ON REMEMBERING THE SEVERN AND THE DINGLE, January 1998

Awake, my heart. Go ringing down
The lanes, framed by the
Enfolding tress. Sing joyfully
Of the meadows green and the
River flowing on its eternal journey
To the sea. Sing of the ducklings,
Trying out their webbed feet,
Skimming across the top of the
Rippling pool, revelling in
Their freedom, yet racing
To keep up with their mother,
Sailing gently, smoothly ahead.
Oh sing a song of joy
And laughter. Let the beauty
Of this world enwrap you in
Its peace, with nature here
In all its varied colours and
Its own peculiar majesty.

JEB

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