REED BOATS You let go of my hand,

We were safe from the road.

I was finally free,

If I did as I'm told.

I ran down the footpath,

Past trees and wild flowers;

Summer breeze on my face,

I could play here for hours.

In no time beside me,

Taking deep breaths, you smiled.

"The stream is not far now,"

Said the man to this child.

We reached the water's edge

And you beckoned me near,

Just me and my Grandad

Having fun without fear.

Then a long piece of reed

You twisted and bent,

To make a small boat

With mast, that you floated.

All this I remember

From our days down the brook,

When you made me small boats

With the reeds that you took. Robert Watson

Partington Street, Morris Green

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