188 – Swans At Dawn

Poem number 188
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Swans At Dawn

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5.30 am. The streets are busier than they should be
But it’s still quite peaceful, and I am enjoying the walk
I get to the bridge over the Thames and I see
A family of swans in ‘v’ formation, “Silence children, no talk
Just swim! We haven’t got all day you know!”
The father at the head of the lines, sending discipline back in his wake.
Through the very central arch of the bridge they go
In perfect alignment. Regimental. No chance of a mistake
As they make their regal way upstream
To the rowing club, and all points west.
I could be in bed, still, in the midst of a dream
But I’m here. Work-bound. And blessed.

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