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 timmyconway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poetry View all of timmyconway's posts.
