Clocking Off

Clocking Off

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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More river musings, and yes this has happened at lock gates :)

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See the marbled waters surging
through the sluice gates, open wide.
Feel the bows and sterns of cruisers
rising roughly side by side,
as the Keeper of the lock gates
keeps his eyes upon the clock.
Time for lunch his belly tells him,
off he goes he's clocking off.
"Man the gates yourselves", he's saying,
"lunch is lunch and I'm not staying".

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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sometimes I wish you would take a picture of your portraits not that your portraits aren't pictures but i would like to see some of these scenes here we have giant locks with these 20 foot doors i"m not sure what sort of contraption sluice gates are but im curious now:) love the ending made me chuckle!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear Bunny, I have never posted images, mainly because I want the words to be read and for pictures .. read more



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Another very realtable little ditty of life observed Chris.Could envisage the scene. I do think he was most unprofessional as one would surely finish the job started then go lunch?

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Absolutely right. You can't get the staff these days can you? Actually John, it did happen but it wa.. read more
When the stomach says it's time to eat, it's time to go no matter what. haha

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

That's right Tim. He didn't look half starved to me :))
ha ha, the stomach trumps....
i love the word "sluice"----
I used to watch the boats go through the locks up in Lockport when i lived there.
you brought that back to my imagination.

j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Quite funny really, but it happens. Can't wait for the lock to empty or fill. Lunch is lunch and the.. read more

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Chris Shaw

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