A Woodland Stream

A Woodland Stream

 

The babbling brook rambled its way down the mountain

Green clover with its red buds dotted the edges

Weeping Willows stand tall with swaying energy

Giving way to the ever broadening course

 

Appellation chipmunks played as they scurried along the ridge

Smooth yellow violets spot the bramble

The contrast is amazing to follow the crystal clear Ice cold liquid

As it pushes rock and dead tree limbs down the fall

 

Resounding Water Oaks grow close in

Red and gray tail Squeals dance their game of catch me if you can

Leaping from one huge tree to another in seamless flight

Only to be caught by its partner of jovial mirth

 

The small White Tail deer standing stark still

Beside the life giving water with ears pricked

Listing for the smallest sound of threat

To bolt away from the chain of High Archie

 

Bobcat pups play in the ever growing awareness of the hunt

Rolling into what is now a stream or ice covered water

Running the course and growing as it travels

Now the water is getting deeper with life of its own

 

G.D.Gregory  (The Bard)  2007