The Canal.
The Romans built our first waterway,
eighteen centuries and still OK,
eleven miles and Lincoln bound,
The Fossdyke can still be found.
With coal and industry we tried again,
out of the blue came Stevenson train,
three thousand miles of toil and sweat,
with Stevenson's engine we had to
forget.
Left for awhile, overgrown, ignored,
government money slowly restored,
the tow path I like to stroll,
canal craft on cruise control.
Our broad stretch a breeding ground,
bream, tench, roach, abound,
common reed a pretty site,
I often see a coot in flight.
Water lily's an impressive display,
at their base newts at play,
the bulrush standing tall,
a reed warblers mating call.
Long dead navvies can rest in peace,
thanks a lot for your elbow grease,
canal life is going strong,
it may never have its swan song.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/life/Eurasian_Reed_Warbler#p0084r1x
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