Mountain Creek
The burble and the murmur, the trickle and the seep,
Alas all the beauty of this meandering bush creek,
From the moss green rock jutting out acting as my seat,
The water gushes past the obtrusion of my feet.
The escarpment offers precipice and that of crafted stone,
Tranquility rules the mountain gorge as I sit alone,
The tinkling sound of bellbirds run echoes round this nook,
A fluttering yellow butterfly comes by to have a look.
The trickle and the gurgle of this pristine mountain stream
Jumping over shimmering pebbles, I feel so serene,
Broken only by the swish of playing platypii,
And a gasp of breath of such clean air as I deeply sigh.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2015
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