Stream stroll.....
I walk a stroll and wake a stream,
With stick, with Stone and boot. Over land she rolls, without
hesitation,
Through valley and town, a nature's creation .
A source to creature,Short, fat or tall,
For Those that flap, walk or crawl.
Home to Fish and fly, to beauty and the beast,
Whom drink their fill, and eat it's bounteous feast.
A Mountain top beginning, a kitchen tap it's end,
a glass so pure from land, a life force it will extend.
An orchestral sound, as I sit here by its side,
A feeling touched within, that no tear can ever hide.
Nature at its earliest form, laid out here next to me.
I've never felt so close to her, at this stream side, i am free.
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the first time I've managed to be able to get on MPS for over two weeks. Been getting my lads house finished so he can Have a big house warming party this Saturday... I'm absolutely knackered We went into North Yorkshire the other day, to a beautiful area, we sat next to a stream... I don't think i have ever been more at peace sat there... there was a Small tearoom across the road. We had a Cuppa and cake in there... as we sat there i wrote this poem....
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Comments1
Beautiful write. My wife and I spent many a holiday in the Yorkshire Dales "God's Country". We very nearly bought a Tea Shop up there.
Thank you GF60
I have not the words
To do the area justice
Just absolute utter beauty
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