The Deben
Gives us much pleasure,
Boats sail their measure,
Against ebb and flow,
Against winds high and low,
Just walking the shore.
Knowing there is more,
Each day a different hue.
Each day a changing view,
Sands enjoyed by tots,
All spades, buckets and pots,
Birds that stay and feed.
Dabbling in the weed,
A veritable garden of Eden,
That’s our dear old Deben.
Kit Clark
