The Brook Song

My poems have been slowing down of late. Many of the role plays I take part in which help inspire them are in various stages of limbo. I have no intention of letting this blog go completely, but I thought it was fair to explain why the posts have been a bit more spaced out lately.

Enjoy my latest ‘fireside song’~

The Brook Song

Babble goes the brook in the forest deep,
Splash and sputter does the water through the trees!
Babble goes the brook on the mountain steep,
That sash that flutters on a mountain breeze!

Listen to her song either here or there
Listen to her melody with not a care
For brook of deepest forest glen
Is no different from mountain kin…

Babble goes the brook in the harvest field,
Flash and flicker does she through golden yield!
Babble goes the brook in the cave below
A cache of life in the darkness sewn!

Listen to her song either here or there
Listen to her melody with not a care
For brook of golden, harvest field
Is no different from kin concealed…

Babble goes the brook in the desert sand,
Where her gift is so much more than song…
Babble goes the brook through the hills so grand
Where she makes her way winding and long…

Listen to her song either here or there
Listen to her melody with not a care
For brook of hill or desert sands
Is no different from her kin in stranger lands…

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