Water Song For Kevin On His Birthday
Water Song
deep in thought
I seem to be
yet water song
it calls to me
across the hills
into the glens
and down the forest
toward a bend where
aged oak and beech
do blend into a wood
both deep and fair
the water sings its magic
there inside my head
it echoes still from pretty
pool to dancing rill.
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