Little Durnford
By Avon Bridge near old Sarum,
there stands a fisherman.
Few notice him, although
his cane and hat look out of time.
He listens to his friends,
and sees the river flowing past,
the dragonflies in summer,
autumns flood's, and winter's ice.
He seems to catch nothing,
but catches everything,
and shares all,
in this place of rest.
© Paul McCombie 2005