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A steamy stream, a winding brook
Water swishing by, flowing over rocks
Birds singing in the tops of trees
I think I’ll take off my shoes and socks

Wading, cool refreshment, tickling
Such clear water you can see below
Minnows, turtles and tiny fish
Nothing moving so very slow

Down comes a diving bird, a heron
He’s found himself quite a catch
He flies into the sunrise, wiggling fish
And now a cormorant wants to fetch

An Eagle watches from atop a tree
He can soar, really soar, but he waits
Let them have their fill he says
I see bigger fish over the falls and gates

I think I’ll wait too, trickling water
Going through my toes, cool
Alone in nature’s show of beauty
The soaring Eagle, I begin to drool

© Copyright 2005.02.13 by Jean Gorney