Gowy poem

Held tight within reed-clad arms,
Captive, your wildness lost.
Who tamed your rushing waters?
To this smooth snake of flow,
Where are all the memories
Of farmers, fishers and frolickers?
Delighting in your flow,
Sharing stories of now and past.
On flowered banks
To the refrain of nature,
Amidst the swish of scythes
In the long meadows.
Sending the skylark aloft
And scatter hoppers.
You passed in silence
Witness to so many ages
Of men in cloth, in steel
To come to this day