Rocks
Water tumbling over rocks,
And running down.
Grasses growing at the edge,
Like a satin-gown.
Wild Iris standing by,
In budded gems.
Forming little groups close by,
Of lengthened stems.
Violets too...are snuggling,
In between.
Ruffly-petaled bonnets,
On every head is seen.
So fun...it was to watch,
Clouds in a mirrored gleam.
Casting rays about,
And caught up by the stream.
So glorious it was to lay,
There upon the ground.
And hear the water tumbling,
Over rocks...to make a sound.
E.P. 1908 - 1989
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