(3.23) Mountain Stream Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline

Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!

(3.23) Mountain Stream

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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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Val Morehouse 16 August 2008

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.

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Corey Threet 05 August 2008

Beautiful write continue the good work and hopefully you get your wish granted someday. Spread yourself! ! !

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Karl Stuart Kline

Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!
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