Blue shimmering amid the trees
Bold kingfisher awaits his time
While insects flicker in the slime.
The pond, a stone's throw from my home
Murmurs – it is not alone
Bulrushes curtsey, hogweed bows
To crested grebes, proud necks like prows.
Water-boatmen idle by
A tasty morsel on the fly
In this ancient millpond deep
Whose aquatic city does not sleep.
A passer-by, lost deep in thought
Might find his gaze a moment caught
By ripples or by swooping bird
His primeval love of nature stirred.
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
Rue de Silex, Boitsfort in the S.E. commune of Brussels
What a calm, lovely picture you paint of glorious Boitsfort!
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