The rhythmic sound of oars through water,
Rowing, drifting, gliding down a calm river.
The calm silver ribbon of water,
Makes my soul; my grateful heart quiver.

Bulrushes gently waving as you drift by,
The Bittern in the rushes; head held high.
The shimmering peaceful water all aglow,
Birds resting in treetops; the Rook and the Crow.

The Kingfisher perched on a Weeping Willow!
Watching for movement in the water below,
In the sunshine; the Kingfisher flashes blue!
Rising from the water with a Minnow or two.

Rowing back; the river now a golden hue.
Mute Swans in "V" formation come into view,
Gliding over the water like Angels from on high,
Natures gift, coming from out of the evening sky.

By Jim Noond.