by Aidan Pratt

I see the tourists, taking a pictures,

Always coming ever closer,

Seeing my current go ever quicker,

They come near seeking closure,

Sometimes there’s boats, exploring the water,

Sometimes there's divers, diving deep,  

Sometimes on the edge, I can see walkers,     

Peaceful I can be, beware however the drop off may be steep.

All of my Positives, and all of danger, 

All of it is there,   

However when you look at the river, you see reflection of self,

You hear the sounds of the birds and the waves, blended together the sounds get stranger

After walking forever, you find yourself where?

Walking along you find no one else.