I MUST GO DOWN TO THE RIVER AGAIN
by Pete Brammer
I must go down to the river again,
Where I played when just a child,
Paddling and netting minnows,
Picking flowers, varied, and wild.
Admiring the fluttering butterflies,
With fragile wings so pretty,
See mallards bobbing up and down,
Remembering the poem, ‘Ducks Dittie’.
Along the banks we’d build our dens,
Where we’d play and share a joke,
And unbeknown to parents,
We’d enjoy a crafty smoke.
I too have brought up children,
Who may have done the same,
But today, I’m fighting cancer,
And must go down to the river again.
built on a famous first line