In the woods as I walked along alone
I could hear a sound inviting to look
My ears leading to the direction honed
Before me a gentle babbling brook
It meandered right then left as it flowed
Always obeying gravity strict laws
Destination sea an aquatic road
Delectable sight I never foresaw
Like the bloodstream of life for the parched land
For life is so sparse where water is not
Churning the soil until it becomes sand
Cool to the touch when the sun is so hot
The brook a gift of God’s brilliant creation
Providing earth with needed hydration
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Tom Farrow
A retired truck driver writing poetry that rolled around in my head for many years.
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