Is it the walk
Or is it the weir
Is it the blue sky
Or is it my 3 month reprieve
Is it the water
Flowing and splashing
Is it the sound
Of random collisions
Is it the birdsong
Or cyclists riding by
Was it Freebird
By Lynyrd Skynyrd
Then the aromas
Of nettle and blackthorn
By the new houses
Looking out over the canal
Actually it is me
My own peace and tranquillity
Only slightly disturbed
By the jet plane overhead