Being At Sarehole Mill…
Urban life rattles
On commuter route,
Recycling bins resound
To crashing glass.
And profanities testify
To some family dispute.
Pond life hides
In residential bustle,
Heron stands sentinel,
Testing a firmer perch,
As mallards mingle
And coots hustle.
Predator life awaits
Above peaceful pool.
Kingfisher hesitates,
Alert on slim bough,
Then snatches prey
From waters murky and cool…
Pete Ray…
Sarehole Mill, Birmingham, waiting, dressed as a Victorian miller, for a class of children to arrive and experience a role-play session called
‘The Sarehole Mop’…




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