Litter In Waterworld
On reed beds purple loosestrife spike,
Mayfly dodge the sliding pike.
Oh! do beware the rusty bike
Thrown there by man.
And see the dragonfly flash past
Translucent blue it darts so fast,
Above a mattress, old, outcast
Again by man.
Stately swan with cygnets swimming
Unaware the dangers brimming
Human litters, pretty trimming
With anglers line
The pollywogs are hatched and flock
Safe in the shade of tall hemlock,
Along the banks with lady’s smock
And condom slime.
Where honeysuckle hangs on hedge,
Violets peep out beneath the sedge
Where nests of dunnock young will fledge
And garbage thrives.
On tow path rutted long ago
Our Dobbin pulled the boats so slow,
Now just the polystyrenes grow
With plastic knives.
Water voles in bullrush bide,
Along with moor hen chicks they hide
And mother hen will sometimes glide
For now neglected byways toil,
Through town and country mixing soil
With rainbow pools and scummy oil
And acid rain.
Who will repair forgotten locks?
Can we as one turn back the clocks?
And stop the cancer’s sneering mocks
Re-float the boats?
Using our waterways with pride
Unclog the grime, sluice far and wide
For future generations ride
On pleasure boats.