On the River Bank

The river sleeps, the roads shout,
Birds sing and soar, dive and glide.
Creating a journey, the people, the places,
Step by step, observing, photographing.

The River Bank merges with the icy water,
Gritty dirt swirls in the torrent as the mud is pushed forward.
The River Bank like a cliff face, study, battered by the swarm of water,
On the River Bank a child plays.

Wind whistles through the reeds,
dancing over the painted lake.
Twisting and turning the leaves fall, red, gold and brown,
Their landing echoed in ripples that bound across the water.

The River Bank, a landscape of colour, even in the winter rain,
On the River Bank a child plays, tumbling through mud and leaves.
Logs placed to be shelter for the mice that peep in on the playground,
Wondering, what it's like on the River Bank.