Bubbling Babbling Brook Poem by JOHNNY COBB

Walking past wild, wispy wisteria
Since Fall, I've been waiting to take a look.
My place to find peace and tranquility.
Sitting...watching...a bubbling, babbling brook.

A favorite path for our sniffing dog
Near the end of the street and down a hill.
A satisfied pup with those Springtime smells.
Winter's waning, but I still feel a chill.

We hear a woodpecker looking for lunch
And neighbors have cleared out thrash and debris.
I count seven minnows swimming around
Underneath an abundance of shade trees.

A honeysuckle scent hangs in the air
Two hawks are circling up high in the sky.
Fresh water keeps bubbling up from below.
I hear squeaky, squawky squirrels from up high.

While sunbeams cut through crystal clear waters
Its beauty is now hard to overlook.
A place to meditate among dogwoods
Sitting... watching... a bubbling, babbling brook!