The picture from the 300 word, has inspired me to write a poem.
Travelling on a Canal.
The narrow boat motors sedately along,
The thistle and cobweb enmeshed bank,
All so very picturesque and photographic,
Ripples spread evenly from bank to bank.
The chug chug of engines reasonably quiet,
Sheep on one bank, cows on the other,
A rural scene of an age gone by,
Each lock has to be maneuvered manually.
Further along on another bank a fair of old,
Fairground music adding to the atmosphere,
Ducks cross the canal serenely with eloquence,
A cottage pub sits near enticingly.
After a revitalised rest and refreshments,
We travel onwards into unknown territory,
An apple core splashes into the water,
Some children wave from a bridge.
After a few more hours night draws in,
And we snuggle into our sleeping bags,
A restful dreamless sleep engulfs us,
A beautiful dawn beckons another day.
