A Highland Stream
a highland stream
the stream that runs beside
the hot dusty byway
at the cottage
is clear, tinted brown
from all of the cedar roots
it winds forever through
endlessly seeking a clear path
freedom from the jungled trees.
its banks are lush with sweet grasses
and sunny eyed daisies. a favourite
of cheeky rabbits and shy silent deer
who visit at dusk and dawn for a sip and
a snack on their way to and from
the forever brooding forest
tiny minnows suspended in the rill
hide beneath the overhang
in cool shadowy places.
it always keeps its humour
tickling and chuckling over
stones worn by its passing.
smooth pebbles have been there
since I was born and first discovered
the joy of its song. I stop for a word as
grandpa and I walk by on our way
to the old grocery store across the road.
I love that little stream. If I am quiet
and open my heart It sings to me
across the years. still chuckling
over pebbles from an ice age.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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