OVERLOOKING THE TAMAR

 Walking by the River

       was it mist

            or tears

     that became a vision

        of Canal St. Martin    

  

To be in a place

            where the less always inspires,

                 to be at one with it!

   All ages of mankind

                dwells at His River-edge;

   Nowhere, more than this

       I imagine I will be.

 She no longer lives there

            under that silent blanket of fog

                   that covers the estuary

                         in winter.

Poems by June Svoboda