facing upstream
on a stone in the middle
of a smoky mountain stream
that splashes over the edges
gurgles between the rocks
gathers into pools
and murmurs its lazy way
through the woods and hills
i pause for a few moments
savoring the peaceful sounds
of water changing colors
from clear shimmering
above a creek bed of
browns and greys
to the silvery white
of mini waterfalls
and back to clear again
and for a moment
i am wordsworth
communing with nature
just out of her reach
close enough
to perceive her wonders
but far enough away
to stay safely out of touch
a collection of butterflies
congregates on a nearby stone
and amid all of this
natural grandeur
was the look on
my daughter emma's face
as she looked down on them
and just out of earshot
mouthed the words
Posted by Rob on July 8, 2008
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