Gently down the stream Life slides in a dream Maybe a stone try to stop its glow but it cannot make it tarry or slow Life brings its peculiar gleam And cannot but slide and grow!
Gently coming down the stream caressing pebbles and stems in the first glitters a fife on the second a mutter of life leaving sparkles of pretty gems while the water pursues the stream.
Gently down the stream
ReplyDeleteLife slides in a dream
Maybe a stone try to stop its glow
but it cannot make it tarry or slow
Life brings its peculiar gleam
And cannot but slide and grow!
Gently coming down the stream
caressing pebbles and stems
in the first glitters a fife
on the second a mutter of life
leaving sparkles of pretty gems
while the water pursues the stream.
I know Lord Tennyson will smirk from cloud nine!
Wow! I think the poem was superior than the inspiration itself!
ReplyDeleteNina, your photo's are excellent.
ReplyDeleteEver entered any photo competitions?
I want my backyard to look like this.
wow, thats a great compliment! Nopes, have never entered competitions.
DeleteThank you, Michelle!