Meandering Stream

Ah, to spend a languid summer afternoon on the bank of a rippling stream, Lying on my back watching vagabond clouds as I reminisce and dream! I hear the soothing sound of the water's hymn as it plays its merry tune, Blending its musical melody with that of a meadowlark and loon! Did you begin thy sea-bound odyssey in yon mountains as melting snow, To form a rushing mountain stream, later to grace these verdant leas below? Or, were thy banks filled with tears from Heaven by some distant tempest? Whate'er your source, with thy simple majesty I am truly, truly blest! Look! Even the beautiful rainbow trout leap with joy in a placid pool! There! A doe and her delicate fawn sip thy life-sustaining waters so cool! You have provided this mere mortal with much needed peace and rest, Flowing so gently past me as thence you pursue thy meandering quest! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 1 in Constance La France's "Write Me A Rippling Stream" Contest - June 2011