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Heaven on Earth
Sitting by The river Avon
N’eath a weeping willow tree
I quietly fish for valiant trout
Smoke my pipe, occasionally.
The glassy surface breaks in rings
As trout rise to the fly
Mayfly dip their gossamer wings
And Mallards paddle by.
I drowned at this very spot
So many years ago
The spirits bade me go with them
Politely, I said “no”.
“Why go to heaven” I enquired
I said it with some mirth
A rod, a pipe and a Moore hen’s cluck
Is heaven here on earth.
Bill Harborne ©2012.
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