Water rushing down the weir

Seagulls grown and young are here

over the water’s murky green

Swallows diving high to low

following their mates in tow.

Still statuesque solid columns

of a colonnade

as the evening light may fade

Clouds form like cotton wool

over the large river pool

Yellow bunches of weeds on the far shore

catching the evening light no more.

Seagulls call far from the sea

Time says me for another cup of tea.

Green tea or white or jasmine this time

Did you enjoy my little rhyme?