Under green summer willows my family walked,
Avoiding the shadows of serious talk.
As a child, without care, I ran on ahead,
Chasing the sunlight, alarming the swans,
Watching the ripples that spread from the banks,
I took all for granted, when time was my friend.
Now, by the Avon, I wander alone.
Clear in the knowledge that everything ends.
Now I find comfort in rivers and ghosts.