Little Stream
The feeling of peace longing for more
Watching reflections move with the flow
The water ripples beneath my toes
And of this place no one knows.
I look with intent at the darkening sky
With solemn face and a tearful eye
Looking across the meadow way
Watching the young deer at play.
The window of light bright once again
Over places dear to my heart remain
I kneel beside the little stream
Peering into the waters gleam.
The deer stops along it's brink
Bending low to take a cool drink
On it flows to a destined place
Along to the sea with impressive grace.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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