This Grand canal

  

This Grand canal

I walked with Kavanagh in my hand,

along my place, astride our grand,

a voice would speak, I’d understand-

to take my leave, for nothing planned.

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I felt the mood, for through my eyes,

saw lovers kiss, full of the joys,

of swan’s symbolic, girls and boys

would shape a heart, majestic poise.

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Live liquid mirror of great delight-

reflected barge, tread waters might,

while lock fills level within my sight,

on passing through, this minds respite.

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Uncompassed with each dazzled thought,

dishevelled looks, fit old ragged cloth,

fair vagabond, bedecked, not bought,

a sentence for this sage is sought.

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A history holds, in well walked miles-

our cultured treasures archived in files,

embodied each through different styles,

strong memories, of tears and smiles.

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Tall-sweeping willows drape the space,

of shaded seating, I oft’ did grace,

broad pleasant steps, it leisured pace,

at peace with life, in its embrace.

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A gentile bow asked, of nature’s blest,

summon summer breeze, upon request,

to fan the day, time for ripples rest-

now pen and poet will begin their quest.

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I inhale the beauty of this day;

and hold my breath, so it will stay,

to fill my soul in every way,

This Grand canal, A sigh, I say.

 copyright MCB