Clacking, clunking, gliding,
Jerky, smooth or sliding,
Motor, pole or rower,
The pace can’t get much slower.
Running, ambling, walking,
Silent or happily talking,
It’s all a matter of pace,
In this idyllic place.
On water or on the pathway,
Enjoying this sunny holiday,
Resident or paying a visit,
Somewhere quite exquisite.
Overhead the birds are singing,
In shops the tills are ringing,
The prices are astounding,
Holiday punters abounding.
But that’s part of the pleasure,
When taking time off for leisure,
Not having to count each penny,
Made easy when you haven’t any.
No worries to make us shiver,
We relax and watch from the river.
We have enough, keep warm and dry,
And watch life’s chaos passing by.