More tweets from the river...

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I have (so far) followed through on my commitment to swim daily in the river and let each swim provoke a few lines of 'tweetable' poetry. Here are the results of the last 2 days:

11 July 

A swan with cygnets hissed, I gave space,
‘You bring your unnatural ways,’ it said,
‘Now we eat your bread,
But leave the children of this place.’



12 July

A mistimed dive meant I got a nose-full,
All the green and rock and root the river had rubbed against
Dripped sweet on to my tongue.


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