Mountain Stream Song Poem by Martin Swords

Mountain Stream Song



As a silver comb slips
through newborn golden hair,
soft stream trickles
merrily through the moss.

With plith and splinkle
the drops play
their mountain music
on the organ stones

I stop and listen
sharing the nascent song,
soaring,
searching for the words,
enchanted.







©Martin Swords Jan.2007

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Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland
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