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Down by the Stream

Contributed by legg on Wednesday, 31st March 2010 @ 03:42:18 AM in AEST
Topic: happypoetry

Down by the stream

Down by the stream the sticklebacks started,
Darted and parted the green weed with glancing flight
Of silver slivers, red-streaked, bright,
Under rippled, sun-stippled mirrored sky.

Above swirling eddies the summer heat shimmered on dragon-fly wings,
As they, whirring and whirling, had their irredescent fling, flashing
Like sunlight off glass.

We dipped our hands in the ice-cold water and touched the clouds
Where the lark ascending sang aloud
Of heat-hazed horizons, far-away ethereal things.

In the tall dry grass, stalk felling, we made our nests, sweet-smelling
Flattened crop circles, where, hidden like mice
We hunkered in our wavy-walled bunkers,
Hidden from the hawks of our fears
By the comfort cover of the concealing grass.

Sweet heaven it was to curl in our green dens
With the hot sun feather-light on our lithe limbs
As we cupped hands, grasping a rasping grasshopper,
Or enfolded a meadow butterfly in tickled palms.

Copyright Â© legg ... [ 2010-03-31 03:42:18]
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Re: Down by the Stream (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 31st March 2010 @ 07:29:02 AM AEST
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::sigh:: I love nostalgic poetry like this. I could almost smell the tall grass, feel the sun on my face, and the wind whipping through my hair as I breezed through your words. This was beautifully written with many happy memories that can be relived again and again inside your verse. Ah, to be a child exploring those endless days of summer. Could anything be more glorious? Done to poetic perfection here. Thank you for sharing this. Superb!

Seléne ~

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