by Arthur Croker

Created on: March 13, 2009

THE RIVER BRUE

I sit by the river lost in a dream

of afternoon tea scones jam and cream

The song of the thrush fills the air

and swallows dart about here and there

Sheltering under the willow tree

as the river rushes up from the sea

Lapping at the steps rising up the wall

How wonderful it is to watch the river rise and fall

Round the meandering bends in the brue

Glide the graceful swans two by two

Carrying their young ones under their wings

beautiful cuddly fluffy things

There are cows in the meadow close by

Chewing the cud and watching the world go by

The farmer on his tractor is dropping their feed

very little else do they appear to need

This river is every fisherman's dream

As they fish all day for pike and bream

From minx to otter with life it teems

This must be the jewel of Somerset streams

The watch tower on the river bank

once occupied by forces we have to thank

If it were not for them we may well not be

sitting here with our afternoon tea

Our wonderful river truly blest

Rising and falling at god's behest

Sometimes sleeping sometimes raging

but always always very engaging

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