Post by Ken Corbett on Nov 3, 2012 19:52:51 GMT -5
my stream of strange enchantment
runs deep in stony wood
a rill on whose embankment
no mortal yet has stood
antlered dancers grace the greensward
zephyr rustles in the leaves
sylvan serenade of songbird
sways along the summer breeze
rocks all smooth and gently rounded
part the waves before my boat
fears of foundering ungrounded
sweetly down the stream I float
from the meadow leads a trail
onward, upward, to the crest
from here I see my sheltered vale
send its waters to the west
to land's last edge I raise my gaze
as sunset's rays my wood adorn
sky and stream meld in the haze
to dream with me until the morn
Ken
runs deep in stony wood
a rill on whose embankment
no mortal yet has stood
antlered dancers grace the greensward
zephyr rustles in the leaves
sylvan serenade of songbird
sways along the summer breeze
rocks all smooth and gently rounded
part the waves before my boat
fears of foundering ungrounded
sweetly down the stream I float
from the meadow leads a trail
onward, upward, to the crest
from here I see my sheltered vale
send its waters to the west
to land's last edge I raise my gaze
as sunset's rays my wood adorn
sky and stream meld in the haze
to dream with me until the morn
Ken
