Year of the Snake

Poetic license?

February - Steve Fearn

A plaque on a road bridge display the following poem by Greta Rowse...We've found a river wide and slow We've found place where kingcups grow We've found a meadow yellow-white and watched the swallows dip in flight The meadow mist is white as lace We've found another magic. Unfortunately the view over the bridge is of a stream channeled between the backs of modern buildings.
The words of the poem do well to conjure the image of an idyllic river meadow, I just found it hugely ironic that it looks like the developers have built all over it!!
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