You are sitting on the riverbank
The flies hum in the long grass
You have taken off your shoes
And stockings
You have tucked your skirt up
You stand in the water
It is delicious
It is cool and pure
You will fill your pails soon
And trudge them back to the big house
But for now
You have time
To dream of Boudicca
Who fought the Romans here
And turned the clear water
Red