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The Brook (Rictameter)
by Paganini Jones
the brook
springs from the hills
high over wild moorland
where the curlew and skylark sing
invisibly high in blue springtime sky,
washed clean and new by gentle rain
that falls back to the spring
splashing down to
the brook
07/26/2004 Posted on 07/26/2004
Copyright © 2026 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/26/04 at 10:45 PM I like this one! I especially like that you added the word "wild" to moorland, as if by passing through something wild, the otherwise "mild" brook absorbed a new characteristic. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 07/26/04 at 11:34 PM it sings with the sounds and sights. Thanks for this. |
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