Trails of the riverbank. Ok bad pun but let us see who else shows their age 

Like a shakespeare drama, the stages of men left to weather the storms and sun. 

The river awakes the shadow of mole to find their own boatman. 

The right roam still has some local issues to sort out. 

Forming a line in the staff canteen 

dappled into the shadow of it's past and finding the new in the sun. 

Of lazy days and relaxing after a life of hard grafting. 

With each breath that passes spring, the tomorrow is set free on the wind.