Under canal bridges, down to the locks

barges carrying coal and horses pulling a load,
it still seems much better than going by road

The quiet mornings
are noisy with birdcalls
the sleepy afternoons
watching how water falls
so easily off ducks backs

and the evenings with hot stew
made by ma
and da and me
sitting silently
watching the stars.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.