THE STREAM
IN HURRIED RUSH
IT PAINTS THE GROUND
WITH TRICKLED WEEPING
ALL AROUND
IN PANICKED CHASE
IT CHANGES FORM
FOR THAT IS WHEN
A STREAM IS BORN
WITH PEBBLED BASE
AND ROCKY SIDES
ONWARDS, DOWNWARDS
IT DOES GLIDE
PASSING LANDSCAPES
LUSH AND GREEN
TO PLACES WHERE
ITS NEVER BEEN
ALL THE TIME
IT GROWS IN SIZE
ITS WIDTH AND DEPTH
IT MULTIPLIES
IT CANNOT STOP
IT HAS NO TIME
TO FAIL TO FLOW
WOULD BE A CRIME
IT GURGLES ONWARD
WITHOUT ABATE
FOR NOT A MOMENT
CAN IT WAIT
AS IT DESCENDS
TO VALLEYS FLOOR
AND AS A STREAM
IT IS NO MORE
BUT THEN A MIGHTY RIVER
The Pier
Like a finger pointing out to sea
It seems to know what it should be
A guiding path from land to wave
A haven of hope upon which all are saved
Ignoring the winds that sweep quickly by
And calming the tides that forever do sigh
For nothing in its sturdy frame
Submits to the surf which would like to lay claim
To the piers very existence
Thought to Ponder – Perhaps the straight and narrow path would be wider if more people used it – Kay Ingram
Music on You Tube – And I Love You So – Perry Como
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