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.