The Deben by Kit Clark

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