Village Overview - by David Price

Village Overview - by David Price

Friday, 16 December 2011

A poem about Sunningwell Pond

Enjoy a quiet moment reading a local resident’s poem about Sunningwell pond.

Sunningwell Pond

In the middle of the water
Erect bulrushes strike away from the bending leaves.
Their reflections shiver on the water surface,
Seeming to reach into the deep.

Leaves float on the pond surface.
Long, orange, pointed,
Like fish,
But they glide
Without purpose.

Greening stones below the waterline
Catch the slanting light.
The willow branches
Sway and whisper up above.

On the elephant crusted skin of the trunk
A lost branch leaves an
Oval scar split with cracked circles.

Cloud images flicker on the water
Dreams of blue sky.
The reflection of a fence post scribbles black across the water
And a bus stop sign stretches to where a bus can
never stop.

by Margaret Gallop


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