Village sketches / Mum’s first poem

Mum has written her first poem, while in the Norfolk Broads! She texted it to me and here it is (with permission):

Our sparse wake

agitates the reeds

standing sentinel

along the river’s edge.

Cheek-by-jowl,

the slight fluid flow

jostles the bank guardian.

We hear the slightest of rustles

above the tapping of the engine

as we pass by.