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
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.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the imagery throughout and the kookaburra image creates such a beautiful scene.
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to go to Australia!
ReplyDeleteI always loved that song about the kookaburra and the gum tree. My late father would sing it when I was but a wee Psycho.
You took me there! Yes, it makes me think Australia is worth a visit. Lovely wordle.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteNature can hush us at times, but I'm glad that you found your voice for this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteA great string deeply rooted in nature and touching deeply; inwardly. Nicely done, OldEgg!
ReplyDeleteThis country artistry is a beautiful piece!! Looks like a Sunday morning leisurely stroll enjoying nature!!
ReplyDelete:-) some things words cannot convey - don't speak.
ReplyDeleteold egg, what a wonderful scene you have painted with the words.
ReplyDeletePamela
Such a beautiful read...
ReplyDeleteuniverse will not hand it over to you
That you could not speak...
ReplyDeletespoke volumes.
Nicely wordled!
Oh this was wonderful very powerful visuals =)
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