The Stream

Silver stream I watch you go
to the sea, so far away.
Rushing down the valley steep.
Onward in your endless way.

Past forests, fields, hillsides bare.
Gushing down the waterfalls.
Trickling o’er the rolling pebbles.
Sweeping round the solid stones.

Across the plain, wide and smooth.
Meandering through the village fair.
Below the bridge into the night.
Then sweeping out towards the light.

Slowly nearing the open sea.
Spreading o’er the estuary wide.
Seagulls swarm, screeching loud.
You’re lost forever, within the tide.

1973, July 


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