The Water Wheel

Upon the Palmers Brewery wall The water wheel does gently turn, Around, around the sodden spokes In motion to the flow, As there I stand upon the bridge That spans the ebbing River Brit, As peaceful waters glisten with The sunlight's dawning glow. The scent of yeast within the air That floats upon this restless morn, And clings unto the summer breeze Like talons to its prey, As grassy banks do bend and wave With every gust that carries forth, The linnet's song of sweetest joy That sounds throughout the day. Above the clouds do slowly pass Amid the blue of Dorset sky, That greets the pleasant countryside Of rolling downs and fields, While still the wheel does gently turn Around, around the droplets fall, Like silver raindrops they descend Such grace their beauty yields.