Poeticpiers
07-13-2003, 03:47 PM
Derwent reservoir.
The reservoir in changing shades of blue.
Lies quietly beneath the summer sky
and fisher men as they are wont to do.
Practice the ancient art of casting fly.
Its cool blue surface, scarcely rippled by
a gentle breeze. There’s scarce enough to fill
the sails of the smallest sailing dinghy.
Some few succeed; it takes them all their skill.
Their sails a striking white reflect the light
and with their flashing signals semaphore.
They’re having fun and everything is all right.
to the spectators watching from the shore.
A man made beauty spot that used to be
unknown. Just another moorland valley
:cool: :cool:
The reservoir in changing shades of blue.
Lies quietly beneath the summer sky
and fisher men as they are wont to do.
Practice the ancient art of casting fly.
Its cool blue surface, scarcely rippled by
a gentle breeze. There’s scarce enough to fill
the sails of the smallest sailing dinghy.
Some few succeed; it takes them all their skill.
Their sails a striking white reflect the light
and with their flashing signals semaphore.
They’re having fun and everything is all right.
to the spectators watching from the shore.
A man made beauty spot that used to be
unknown. Just another moorland valley
:cool: :cool: