The Cod Beck River flows through Thirsk. |
Beside a meandering stream,
not far from a picturesque
bridge,
my wife and I ate our lunch.
We
feasted on meat pastries,
drank our sodas,
and watched as the Thirskites passed
by.
A mother with a baby
carriage
rested on a nearby bench.
Children frolicked in the stream,
splashing and laughing.
Parents watched from blankets
spread out on the grass.
Dogs played,
chased balls,
and barked at each other.
A wet, black Labrador
approached our picnic table
to
welcome us to his town.
Today’s choice of venue
was partly due to economics.
Yet eating outside,
enjoying such pleasant weather,
was also
great fun.
Here we gained more insight
into the lives of the locals,
Than by dining in a crowded,
overpriced restaurant.
I’m glad we did our research,
And found out about this park.
For in mixing with the Thirskites,
Our lunch became a lark.
The bridge that spans the Cod Beck River that flows through the park in Thirsk. |
We didn’t even mind hearing the dogs bark.
And bark.
And bark….
Thanks for accompanying us,
Dragon Dave
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