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Meramec Spring

The water rises from the silent cool Deep cave whose mouth is yawning far below The crystal surface of the clear blue pool: A river is emerging in full flow. The wiser trout weave rainbow bodies through The labyrinth of rushes, and their fate Is to grow old – unlike the youngsters who Rush downstream where the patient anglers wait. September 2016 Contest Old or New - 8 line max Sponsored by Rick Parise

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Line Gauthier

Date: 7/20/2018 7:56:00 AM

A wonderful poem about wisdom and luck. Lovely, Agnes.

John Lawless

Date: 10/10/2016 5:54:00 PM

Love tis one Agnes. A wonderful metaphor of patience and wisdom.

Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/10/2016 6:02:00 PM

Thanks, John. I was not even really thinking about it in those terms; I just observe every time that the trouts in the spring pool are huge and must be ancient :)

Sandra Haight

Date: 10/9/2016 3:41:00 PM

Full of imagery and nature's ways, Agnes, framed in a beautifully rhymed and metered Quatrain. Congratulations on your fine podium win! Hugs, Sandra

Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/10/2016 6:07:00 PM

Thank you for your nice comments, Sandra.

James Tate

Date: 10/9/2016 1:29:00 PM

I looe springs of clear ccool water, and I used to live in a litle town of Meramec. Good job.

Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/10/2016 6:10:00 PM

Thanks, James.

Afzal Nusker

Date: 10/9/2016 1:58:00 AM

Lovely poem, Agnes. Congrats on your win.

Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/10/2016 6:07:00 PM

Thanks, Afzal.

Lu Loo

Date: 10/8/2016 9:44:00 PM

lovely Agnes...beautifully written :) .congratulations on your placement! :)-luloo

Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/10/2016 6:07:00 PM

Thank you, luloo.

Janis Thompson

Date: 10/8/2016 9:13:00 PM

Unfortunate end. Congrats on your win.

Agnes Krampe
Date: 10/10/2016 6:08:00 PM

Thanks, Janis. It is a major fishing destination... poor fish

Caycay Jennings

Date: 9/9/2016 9:37:00 PM

Oh, my - the ending was almost like a metaphor for young children caught by 'patient anglers.' Do you see that? I thought how deeply profound and what a creative lead in, then reconsidered it might not be your intention at all. Flowing along with the nature theme, I loved where you took me - and the imagery. I'm confused, but either way is a very good poem ... CayCay

Agnes Krampe
Date: 9/9/2016 9:46:00 PM

Thanks for stopping by, CayCay. There was no metaphor intended. I wrote the notes to this when visiting that spring last weekend. There is trout hatchery; the old trout in the spring pool are gigantic and have been there forever, but most young fish swim downstream, and below a certain point this is a very popular fishing destination.