Comments about James O'Donnell
I love to hear, the running water sound,
Bouncing down, in and out and all around,
Slipping and sliding, in many a bound.
From the tall mountains, it will tumble and pound.
I love to hear, the running water noise,
It runs and argues, just like little boys.
With cheers, jeers, and shouts of unbridled joys,
But with it comes, such elegance and poise.
I love to lie beneath a green canopy,
With maple, oak, and pine, for scenery.
And a cold mountain stream, whispering to me.
I love to sleep at night, in this serenity.