Slowly walking over the narrow, green-painted <br />Bridge I feel some sudden urge to stop. Leaning <br />Over the rail, looking at the quiet, slow moving <br />Water beneath, 'Hey and hello' with serene smile <br />On my face, whispering more to the canal, than to <br />The people that surround me and pass me by. <br /> <br />Picturesque canal boats are resting on each side, <br />Brightly painted in familiar array of happy red, <br />Soothing green, youthful yellow and inevitable <br />White brushstrokes. Elongated canal creatures <br />Proudly displayed by their adventurous owners <br />Carrying vases of planted flowers atop the cabins. <br /> <br />Slowly walking over the narrow, green-painted <br />Bridge. A smile is on my face. Charming boats, <br />Indeed, transformed one rainy Birmingham Day.<br /><br />Loreta Muskardin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bridge-and-canal-boats/
