On the River Dart

More people boat-watch than sail,
More people boat-watch than row.
More boats are moored in the river
than out and about on the go.

But now, far beyond on the quay side,
the train engine's puffing along.
It's pulling the long coaches backwards,
which seems altogether quite wrong.

More people train-watch than travel,
when the train is for tourists, and small,
but the steam it puffs out is, without any doubt,
as bright as its whistling call.

© Celia Warren 2016

So far this month I've managed a poem a day, this being the 11th successive blippity-ditty. Not sure how long I can keep it up or, if I do, how far the quality of ditties may deteriorate as the month goes on. So don't hold your breath.

Drove into Dartmouth in the rain this afternoon and then, suddenly, not only did we find a parking space (first miracle), but then the sun came out (second miracle). Still very windy, but we can't have everthing.

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