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The invisible source of the Thames

by Vic Keegan

Poem: The Thames at source

I went to a shrine without compare
To see a river that wasn’t there

We strolled from the station forecourt at Kemble
Where walkers, like Chaucer’s pilgrims, assemble

Across fields, driven by a fateful force
That guided us soon to this sacred source
Known to devotees as Thames Head . . .

only to find that the river was dead

What should have been a spring in primal fall
Had dried in the Summer from sparse rainfall

But no one expects when you go to a shrine
To suddenly see a physical sign
The source of the Thames is something rare
Like a true shrine it is there and not there.

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