Brook

I stumble onto a cute little brook
I stop and take a long time for a look
It's water clear and truely pure
It's turns perminent making it's desitions sure

But I also notice that there are whirlpools and trenches
And on the side, some old rusty benches
Fish depend on the brook and It depends on the hill
I glance donw and see a farm fresh and ready to till

The brook is used, but never really uses anything
It knows It's a pesent not a queen or king

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Definitions of whirlpool: a powerful circular current of water (usually the resulting of conflicting tides) (or emotions)
This is about a crush I had for a day. dare you to guess her name.

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saiom's picture

Imho brooks are above kings

Imho brooks are above kings and queens in status

(No till agriculture doesn't pollute brooks the way tilling does)

a sweet poem



 

 

twisted_soul's picture

thanks :) whats Imho?

thanks :) whats Imho?