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BROOK
A look I took.
So many times I did drive by in my car.
I, away from it was so far.
I would go so fast, and before the time would be past.
Or, it, I would just ignore.
The brook.
My eyes, did not deceive.
A wonderful sight I did receive.
The leaves, floating, like boats on the water.
They did drift.
The brook.
Underneath the bush that did overgrow
Something that I never did know.
My eyes did go.
A brook did flow
The brook.
Look at what I found.
The brook did not make such a soft sound.
There on the ground.
The bushes of green. Yes, there it can be seen.
I almost did not see, under the tree.
Under the tree, look at what I did see
I almost did not look at the brook.
The brook.
The trees do grow.
The brook does flow.
Beyond the fast life's pace.
They all put a smile on my face.
This special place.
The small water plantings, how enchanting
The stones so small. The trees so tall.
I almost did not see.
What was beneath me.
A wonderful sensory and visionary experience one can relate to and think of over and over by reading this over and over and reflect on one's personal experience such as what I feel when I'mdown on the river bank at my mill in sudbury Mass Excellent write!