Thames Waters 7.7.22


 Thames waters

From Haywards Heath to Hampton Court

where train is exchanged for boat 

carried on the Thames to Richmond.

The sun sparkles on waters 

where regal swans glide 

overseen by herons poised to fish.

‘Princess Freda’ scatters the geese

on her route downstream 

plied day by day for a century.

King Henry’s Palace gives way

to wooded banks with weeping willows 

past Teddington to Richmond.

Thames waters ply on incessantly

pushing their motor traffic

to London and the sea beyond.


John Twisleton  7 July 2022

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