I watched a kingfisher I watched a kingfisher Create a string of blue Down the river In DeBurghs wood The bird rested at each crossing Taking a breath at the waterfall Before setting off To hunt the little trout Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.
