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A Tribute to the Sutton Beck, 2015 A tribute to the Sutton beck When fishing was an adventure It crosses o'er from road to Park With gate that closes after dark, It's railings iron and painted green It's footway concrete, always clean. It served another purpose too It hid the fishermen from view And when it rained, provided cover For me, our friends and my big brother. The stones which lay along the wallside Made a footpath, non too wide, To make our way along that path We'd to be careful or take a bath. With net and jar we spent our day Fishing in time honoured way, For sharks large octopus and whales We never caught one but told the tales. The fish we caught were never eaten And chasing them we oft got beaten Sticklebacks and minnows too Swimming round for all to view. Do kids now know what they are missing? The joys so gained from going fishing, Adventures large, adventures small, We had them all just o'er that wall. Alan Pickles |