A poem to settle down with...
I love this poem. It seems very appropriate for our times. Love all the poems you have posted so far💕
By the Canal
Jack, Gabby, and Jo, by the canal,
Where willows bow and blackbirds call,
They wander slow on autumn’s breeze,
Through quiet woods and under trees.
With baskets in hand, they scour and find
Chestnuts and mushrooms, fruits of all kinds.
The scent of moss and damp earth’s kiss
Brings life to moments that feel like bliss.
Along the towpath, boats drift by,
Painted in colors bold and high,
Their chimneys puffing wisps of smoke
Like stories told by ancient folk.
A wood fire crackles; they gather near,
With laughter and warmth as night draws near.
The stars like lanterns, the moon hung low,
They feel at home in the firelight glow.
And bees hum sweet near the allotment rows,
Where honey flows and everything grows.
They’ve planted roots in soil and sun,
In simple days when work feels done.
By the canal, their hearts align
With nature’s rhythm, gentle and kind.
Jack, Gabby, and Jo, forever they roam,
In fields and fires, they’ve found their home.
I love it, that's what I think of this, and each weeks poem. I've started taking the time to read them out loud to myself, or to the dog is she's willing. This one read like a dream, flowing wonderfully. Thank you. xx
I love this poem. It seems very appropriate for our times. Love all the poems you have posted so far💕
By the Canal
Jack, Gabby, and Jo, by the canal,
Where willows bow and blackbirds call,
They wander slow on autumn’s breeze,
Through quiet woods and under trees.
With baskets in hand, they scour and find
Chestnuts and mushrooms, fruits of all kinds.
The scent of moss and damp earth’s kiss
Brings life to moments that feel like bliss.
Along the towpath, boats drift by,
Painted in colors bold and high,
Their chimneys puffing wisps of smoke
Like stories told by ancient folk.
A wood fire crackles; they gather near,
With laughter and warmth as night draws near.
The stars like lanterns, the moon hung low,
They feel at home in the firelight glow.
And bees hum sweet near the allotment rows,
Where honey flows and everything grows.
They’ve planted roots in soil and sun,
In simple days when work feels done.
By the canal, their hearts align
With nature’s rhythm, gentle and kind.
Jack, Gabby, and Jo, forever they roam,
In fields and fires, they’ve found their home.
I love it, that's what I think of this, and each weeks poem. I've started taking the time to read them out loud to myself, or to the dog is she's willing. This one read like a dream, flowing wonderfully. Thank you. xx