The deck hand

I leaned over the side
Of the old canal barge
My face was reflected
With the billowing clouds

Foam from the rudders blade
Was strung out behind us
Now we were slowing down
As we approached the lock

I could see the carp now
Their fins were emerging
I felt a wisp of Sue's hair
As she leaned over me

She touched my shoulder
Her grin reflected below
I'll kiss her at the bridge
Hope her dad won't notice 

Normally observant
He watched me like a hawk
But his concern now was
For this boatload of grain

The light filtered away
I spun around quickly
Kissing her sweet lips
Good, she was not surprised

She held on tight to me
We parted as it lightened
I turned round and looked back
His eyes were on me now

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