We're crouching down at the very edge of the canal. Put out your hand to the right. You can feel the night-cold metal of armco, that lines the bank here. Gently reach out. Feel the delicate brush of bell shaped flowers dripping like suspended rain drops from perfectly arched stems. Listen. The sound of pigeon and magpie lifted by blackbird, robin and thrush. Breath deeply. The scent of still water, wet earth and, if your sense of smell is acute, the hint of honeyed wine of hawthorn blossom that is just bursting around us.
Canal-side Plants
Bluebell
And along the towpath
The bells are peeling,
Ringing in a new day
That hangs breathless
On the still and waiting air.
A carillon of old music
And even older hope.
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