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A flowing stream
I was in the Yorkshire Dales
just the other day,
and sat where Emily Bronte
used to sit and play.
I gazed into the water
just below my feet;
it brought words of inspiration,
so pure yet oh so sweet.
Rapturous ovations
seemed to burst into the air,
making me pause and wonder
if Emily was still there!
A gentle breeze whispered
quietly in my ear,
'This stream is full of magic
come listen and you'll hear;
The drip, drip, drip, dripping
of the water from above,
bringing tender, caring, meaning
of peace and hope and love.'
29th September 2011 Robert Davidson
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