The Stream

The Stream - A Decima

There is an exceptional way
leading over the hills near home,
a path through which I see you come
in Spring beneath the budding May,
it's blossoms white as this midday,
the stream in which you bend to look,
it's pure, pure water we once took
for granted as it burbled by
not questioning the reason why,
but know it now, our own prayer book.
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.


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