(3.23) Mountain Stream Poem by Karl Stuart Kline
(3.23) Mountain Stream
Flickering in rainbow haste,
It comes to our chance meeting.
Following its’ pebbled path,
It laughs in liquid greeting.
Sunshine bright and full of life,
It may stop, but not for long.
Merrily leaping on its’ way,
It leaves us with a happy song..
Now it’s only a memory
Of an Autumn afternoon,
Someplace I’ve been before
And hope to return to soon.
Karl Stuart Kline
circa 1970
Beautiful write continue the good work and hopefully you get your wish granted someday. Spread yourself! ! !
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10/15/2024 12:17:29 AM # 1.0.0
Ah yes...a mountain stream. How the memory of those stick. I like your poem a lot. Try my take on a mountain stream. Mine was in the Sierras. And my poem is called Baiting the Hook.