WATERCRESS We walked the river In our bare feet I plucked the green watercress So pure So fresh Growing in multitude We ate the leaves on the riverbank And brought the bundles home for salad. 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.