clawmute
11-02-2007, 10:12 AM
Hello! I'm Clawmute ,- Frank - ,and have not posted here before. I look forward to reading some of the fine work posted here! We live above a stream in the Ouachita Mountains of West central Arkansas - the photo shows it, and love nature. So I wrote this. Hello again!
Flowing
Beads forming, drops merging
tiny tricklets run on down
scores and hundreds trickles joining
in mountain mazes winding round
off gray ledges waters leaping
grown to rushing, upward heaping
whirling, bounding, ever growing
cascades riot, not quite flowing
a savage, boiling, frothy showing
charging jagged flint, now flowing
headlong into pools and hollows
motley flotsam riding high
roaring steeply down through gorges
sheer faced mossy granite hands
rays of mist birth peacock rainbows
down away to delta lands
wider now though sometimes parting
joined again far from the starting
merged again through many turnings
blended waters onward churning
tribes of waters dance as one
gleaming in the noon day sun
shimmering under midnight moon
stealthy in a cloudy gloom
wheeling, tilting, cupping wings
scant above tan waves
speeding flights of waterfowl
seek murky river twilight bays
darkly, boldly flowing ever
dawn then twilight greet the river
greet fierce squalls and monsoon bands
flotsam, jetsam joining hands
river dwellers mull the flow
net gray fish that dwell below
harvest wood that floats above
glean the strength that’s flowing down
delta river brown and grown
wise with age, youth all sown
toiling for the sea forever
still labors, flowing down
Flowing
Beads forming, drops merging
tiny tricklets run on down
scores and hundreds trickles joining
in mountain mazes winding round
off gray ledges waters leaping
grown to rushing, upward heaping
whirling, bounding, ever growing
cascades riot, not quite flowing
a savage, boiling, frothy showing
charging jagged flint, now flowing
headlong into pools and hollows
motley flotsam riding high
roaring steeply down through gorges
sheer faced mossy granite hands
rays of mist birth peacock rainbows
down away to delta lands
wider now though sometimes parting
joined again far from the starting
merged again through many turnings
blended waters onward churning
tribes of waters dance as one
gleaming in the noon day sun
shimmering under midnight moon
stealthy in a cloudy gloom
wheeling, tilting, cupping wings
scant above tan waves
speeding flights of waterfowl
seek murky river twilight bays
darkly, boldly flowing ever
dawn then twilight greet the river
greet fierce squalls and monsoon bands
flotsam, jetsam joining hands
river dwellers mull the flow
net gray fish that dwell below
harvest wood that floats above
glean the strength that’s flowing down
delta river brown and grown
wise with age, youth all sown
toiling for the sea forever
still labors, flowing down