Behind the houses the New River flows
A silver stream ,a home for swans and coots.
The sun upon the water shares its glow..
See the waterlilies,wet tree roots.
A ginger cat sits on the ancient bridge
Watching .. ducklings as they paddle on
No evil thoughts to irritate or nudge.
Like the winter, mostly cares are gone.
The houses by the river stand and stare.
The children are at school yet Lockdown won
The water’s calm but children fill with care.
I think the isolation’s overdone
The natural world does nothing except be.
Should it be the same for you and me?
How my heart sings 