Little Durnford
By Avon Bridge a fisherman stands.
Few see 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 catches nothing,
but misses nothing,
and shares all,
in this place of rest.
© Paul McCombie 2005