Early morn over the Thames
Hangs a mist
Fragmented in places
Where sunlight had kissed
Bargee’s sound their horns
To welcome the dawn
For day’s new beginning
On a cold winters morn
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
out of the mist where a honking is heard comes not a barge or a boat, but a bird a gaggle of geese all in mid flight covering the bargie's decks with their (delight) delightful poem David