We almost abandoned our brook
That spits clean chill water upon the the rocks
Where our ancestors had a drink of life
Government made a burlesque
Of water supply and we went throat dry
Without the water of our brook.
It went wild in the weeds
And the footpats bushy with shrubs
Toads, frogs, green algae and water ferns
Made it a habitat to grow
Still it flew downstream
With no one to take that
That nature has given
And we waited in vain
For water civilization boasted!
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Brooks are perennial sources of clean water, if the premises are kept clean! Anything left unattended becomes unusable! I can imagine the old brook with a brood of toads and frogs and overgrown with ferns and covered by green algae! How nice if it had been revived! Enjoyed reading your poem!