Fa – the Green Dragon

A Place for the Odd Musings of an Expat Bristolian

There’s moorings and docks
Quayside capstans anchored deep
boats bob, another’s wake

The rain falls and fills
banks boiling over, bursting
Nearby fields flooded

Tail slaps the water
Alarm sounded all dive deep
cautious calm returns

Stalking still water
Silver fish darting in reeds
speared by speedy beak

Harbour Master checks
Time says the High Tide is here;
It waits for no man

Great catfish patient
waiting for submerged debris
Baited hook, no bite!

Pensford’s river Boyd
I, a stranger on its shore
Home of Acker Bilk

Fyffes banana boats
Docked inside Floating Harbour
cranes unload cargo

You see the Severn
Starts boggy at Plynlimon
Ends in Irish Sea

La Dordogne si belle
Her name runs through Gascony
Chateaux line her banks