tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post8155569075507688591..comments2024-01-04T09:04:59.477-08:00Comments on Pictures, Poetry & Prose: BabblingLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-55634148898552104432009-05-27T10:55:13.467-07:002009-05-27T10:55:13.467-07:00These are the places that carry my mind away, into...These are the places that carry my mind away, into a place of dreaming and hope; into a place of rest and peace.<br /><br />I feel the serenity of nature unfold within myself, as I watch the water trickling through the rocks and I hope for a new day to wash away the dreadful memories of my past.<br /><br />May I find my way throughout the days of endless chaos, and hope for another day...to rest by the brook.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-85036635106246301942009-05-26T09:24:13.456-07:002009-05-26T09:24:13.456-07:00I sit upon a stone
In the shade of the trees
Quite...I sit upon a stone<br />In the shade of the trees<br />Quite always on my own<br />I rest arms curled about my knees<br /><br />The brook slowly flows<br />Along down beside me<br />A gentle breeze blows<br />I close my eyes and see<br /><br />Sunlight filters in<br />Through waving leaves above<br />It dances on my skin<br />Encircling me in love<br /><br />The brook babbles about<br />In a language I concede<br />The secrets in its quiet shout<br />Wisdom given, I must heed<br /><br />Its whispers pierce me to my heart<br />I must endure, I must impart<br /><br />For life goes on in spite of pain<br />I stand and face the world againDanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-13073889579544266832009-05-26T08:53:53.669-07:002009-05-26T08:53:53.669-07:00Brooks babble,
Rivers roar,
Oceans swell.
Frost g...Brooks babble,<br />Rivers roar,<br />Oceans swell.<br /><br />Frost glitters,<br />Ice shines,<br />Snow blankets.<br /><br />Smiles beam,<br />Laughter tinkles,<br />Tears drip.christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09333731893253823414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-44764743020112168022009-05-26T06:46:18.333-07:002009-05-26T06:46:18.333-07:00We stop at the side of the road and get out of the...We stop at the side of the road and get out of the car. We walk back to the creek bubbling off the hillside and watch the water. It arcs from rock to rock, making a tiny waterfall on one side of the flat rock it flows around. Below our feet it rushes into a culvert surrounded by carefully laid stone with an inlaid survey marker. This tiny waterfall makes up for the larger one we won't reach today, thanks to a fallen tree overhanging the road behind us. We watch the water a little longer, then head back to the car.morgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-52826809196616348942009-05-26T05:13:45.012-07:002009-05-26T05:13:45.012-07:00Babbling brooks
Oh, how do I miss thee
When I was...Babbling brooks<br />Oh, how do I miss thee<br /><br />When I was little and young<br />You were easy to find<br /><br />But now that I am grown<br />Have you disappeared from me?<br /><br />Babbling brooks<br />Oh, where are thee?a girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08896186866172384502noreply@blogger.com