The Streamlet's Dream
The wind puffed
And blew the clouds in for a day.
It puffed again
And blew them far away.
They'd just had time to play and spray,
To make the day a little gray,
And turn the dust and rust of earth
To gluey, shoe-stick, muddy mirth.
And to the shoe factory
'Twas very satisfactory.
And to the boy who wore the shoes
Wearing them was like good news;
And to the streamlet in the gutter where he washed them clean,
The soles of the shoes were a streamlet's dream,
And the long smooth sides of the gutter shone
To be blessed by the best of the factory's own.
And the wind puffed,
And puffed again.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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