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