In the cool of the cloisters
Of old sacred spaces
Where Peregrines hunt from the towers
Theres joy to be found
When we stand in our ground
And we notice the trees and the flowers
There's a wild holy place
To be found where we meet
If we're humble and loving and giving
There'll be peace in the hearts
Of the beautiful swans
Who are beating their way
Down the river
#CoSopoetry