Poem: There Is A Place.

There Is A Place.



There is a place where we fish

Down on the River Tyne,

And it is always a pleasure to go there.

The tiny beach is stony,

Large water smoothed pebbles

And rotting bicycle parts,

With a drooping old tree

Hanging over the water.

However, if you stand really still

You can sometimes see kingfishers.



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