The Stream
The stream.
Sunlight Flicks through branch and falls
On shady copse and tree lined halls.
To scatter bright on dreaming stream,
Which flows amongst the woodland scene.
Then on to twist through leafy glade
And out into the light - Parade.
It chatters on through cobbled brook
And Bubbles up from rocky nook.
Over silver fish and dancing fly,
Where waving fingered branches lie.
Thenceforth to a place where the water slows,
A gentle pond amongst the meadows.
It's waters clear and sleepy calm,
Serenaded by a Buntings psalm.
Which flutters in and gently feeds,
Then darts between the cotton reeds.
To its nest with tiny hearts that beat,
In a place where shade and sunlight meet.
This summer haze where all is still
Does joy into my heart distil.
I sit and watch the ripples run,
Rise and fall, reflect the sun.
At banks of sedge they slowly play
A rhythmic dance then fade away.
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