A Walk By The River

by Nessie Gell

From the Nungate Bridge let's wander on
down by the Auld Kirk gate
along the wide and green East Haugh
to the old mill at Poldrate.
Along the river perchance you'll see
a handsome heron perched on yon tree.
Cygnets and swans glide gracefully by
gulls above them swoop and cry.
Shy water hens 'mongst leaves and stick
dart and hide to guard their chicks.
Drake, duck and ducklings swim on past,
here the river rushes fast,
here the squirrel are seen to play,
not easily spied in their coats of grey.
The pathway richly carpeted
with green and gold and brown
passes on by the West Mill
one way leads to town,
but I shall take the other path
the one that's been remade,
the one that once was treacherous
now rebuilt by man and spade.
By Cuddy and old curling pond
this magic pathway strays,
trees glowing in the sunshine
mysterious on darker days.
So take the time to wander down
you'll find it time well spent
and leave with pleasant memories
of this walk I oft frequent.