Sunday, June 9, 2013

The Waterfall



The scent of gum trees

And a kookaburra’s call

Led us from our park

 

A fast stream spilling

Over stepping stones into

Shimmering dark pools

 

Where blue fairy wrens

Asserted their status but

Not daring to rest

 

From this sylvan scene

Came a warning of thunder

Yet the sky was clear

 

As in a books page

We cross a stone bridge and turn

To see a waterfall

 

Water Jets spewing

Spilling over the cliff face

Uncurbed for eons

 

Voices were silent

As we couldn’t speak to tell

Of our great delight

13 comments:

  1. Beautiful images fill this piece, OE. I've never heard a kookaburra in real time, but have heard/seen video footage of them. Their cry is really something. Lovely write.

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  2. I enjoyed the imagery throughout and the kookaburra image creates such a beautiful scene.

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  3. You make me want to go to Australia!
    I always loved that song about the kookaburra and the gum tree. My late father would sing it when I was but a wee Psycho.

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  4. You took me there! Yes, it makes me think Australia is worth a visit. Lovely wordle.

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  5. Nature can hush us at times, but I'm glad that you found your voice for this lovely poem.

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  6. A great string deeply rooted in nature and touching deeply; inwardly. Nicely done, OldEgg!

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  7. This country artistry is a beautiful piece!! Looks like a Sunday morning leisurely stroll enjoying nature!!

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  8. :-) some things words cannot convey - don't speak.

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  9. old egg, what a wonderful scene you have painted with the words.

    Pamela

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  10. That you could not speak...
    spoke volumes.
    Nicely wordled!

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  11. Oh this was wonderful very powerful visuals =)

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