Water Under The Bridge
written by: Kay Lesley Reeves
We stood together hand in hand
Watching the silvery shapes
Dart through the water
Under the bridge.
Weed streaming from the stoney bed
Hiding places, feeding places.
Rocks dappled in light and shadow.
For hours we watched the fish swim
But somehow stay in the same spot.
That was fifty years ago.
If we went back now
Would we see the fish under the bridge
Or, like us,
Have they too
Moved on?
Kay Lesley Reeves is a retired UK ex-pat living in Spain with her husband and cat. She is using her retirement to explore her creative side through writing poetry and prose, painting and drawing.
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