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The Little Brook
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The Little Brook |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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The Little Brook From hillside spring to lake below The waters dance and lightly flow The same degree in every season God pours his font with special reason Sweet little stream, so diamond clear Babbling songs for bird to hear Jumps o're stones and rounds the bends Its way through wooded hills it wends Fresh from ground, the virgin flow Carves a maze in wintry snow But May with floral hues erupts And laces it with buttercups I sat beside her many a day And whiled my youthful hours away Cold, cold waters soothed my feet In summer's overbearing heat I wasted not one moment spent Beside the waters which came and went For memories of the stream remain The babbling brook that has no name Elizabeth Santos |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Another lovely poem, Elizabeth! Soooo beautiful! I could hear that babbling brook! Denise |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Very well done, Liz - nicely captured images. 'Fresh from ground, the virgin flow' - like that.  K |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elizabeth, my friend - You took me to the babbling brook. Through your eyes, I got to look. I got to dangle my feet bare, in the cool water flowing there. Makes me wish for days of spring, so I can wade the brook again. Thank you for a little look, at your singing little brook. The fact that she has no name ... makes her lovely all the same. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Truly a beautiful poem (and place) Elizabeth! I could see it winding through the woods. |
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