The Call Of Untainted Waters* Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

She is like
a mountain spring
bubbling fresh clear
from unseen cool depths
of substrata earth
through fracture of rock.

I rejoice
in such beauty
on a hot
windless day.

And would
cool
my face
hands
in her
presence,
quench my
thirst,
rest a while.

But you are still
depths
of nature's lake.

There is beauty
about you
on these
your shimmering
waters
vibrant life within.

I would swim
in mysteries
of a cool lake.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock