This pool is never to be still,even upon the calm,of a midsummer’s night dream.Never tiring from invasion,even when seaside safe.
May be by trumpet.
A novice’s mistake, not identity theft.
As the mute is silent not!
The Swans of Brayford Pool!
So majestic on their own,in the Creator’s domain.What wand proclaims such magic?Some say a life tragic.But rest assured, if indeed the greatest of the white birds must fly,T’is a flight of might,Maybe to give sight,As such freedom is right.
Through gallant stridesLeaps give sound.Walking on water is not out of bounds.So much grace will astound.So much beauty abounds.
Copyright 2006 MSK/ERP