Tewkesbury Poems

Start of another book?

I've been playing around with another book about Tewkesbury.  This one will have some poems in as well as some photos.  I'd love some feedback on whether you think they work or not.

The Severn Ham

Soil, Silt, and Sand

From Central England

Borne by rivers formed by rain and snow.

Each year the waters overflow,

and grasses grow, on the soil, silt and sand 

This land they call “The Severn Ham”.

It’s quiet on the Ham, away from the town.

Buttercups bob in the balmy breeze. 

You can hear that breeze in the mowing grass,

 The grass where  lovers sigh, crows caw, and plovers dance.

Three Rivers meet at the Severn Ham:

The Severn smells of the sea at high tide,

and the silver leaps of the salmon. 

The Swilgate Brook which brooked an army over five centuries gone,

no longer smells of blood.

The sleepy Avon lined with Brummy anglers,

Smells of coarse fish, the wriggle of eels and elvers,

And sleepy, summery, Midland towns.

Tewkesbury lies flat as the horizon,

only broken by the Abbey tower.