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Feb 2017
O Avon, swell meandering home
You caress my feet with silken kisses
Round your banks I wistful roam
Enamoured of thy babbling blisses
Awed by beauty of the gloam
It envelops me in tender thrills
Inspired to transcribe it in to tome
In words suffice to inspire chills
Sweetest treasures consist in stream
O loot of the aquatic
That floats like dream upon a beam
The river an element of nature's batik
Imbued with blisses deep, supreme
I wade akimbo to the flow
The awe of Earth from you I glean
You have me rapt in throe
You are the path my heart pursues
It's righteous, truest course
Quelling fear and pain and blues
From thy splendid source
Whenever my sullied spirit rues
My strategy is this
I turn to you to soothe, amuse
To get my fill of bliss
Beyond horizon, thou spread to sea
In unchartered motion
A sea that sparkles iridescently
In strange colours of the ocean
I bask in your waters respendently
Loving their commotion
And honour them devotionally
O Avon, you leave me insatiated.
Megan Sherman
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