A Little Brook - Poem by Cecilia Tyne
The little brooks of the countryside,
are far from the rivers great and wide;
But softly flow through the meadows still,
and with quiet grace their tasks fulfill.
They sing in the hills their happy song;
They gladden the dales the whole day long;
Through verdant fields they quietly flow,
And leap with joy as they onward go!
If life decrees that I be denied
A creek or a river great and wide,
Then let me be but a tiny rill;
But let me gladly my course fulfill.
A stream of truth let me be and give,
That folks who know me may better live;
A brook of love that freely imparts
The gift of kindness to human hearts.
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