Like the Stream

More early work

Like the stream

That trickles by

 

The girl walks on

With a sigh

 

She flows on

Through night and day

 

Then she sees him

What should she say?

 

She goes and hides

Afraid to move

 

She makes no noise

Her heart she cannot soothe

 

But then he sees her

And holds out his hand

 

And then they walk

through the grand land

Author's Note

One of my earliest poems