At the top of the hill,
where few ever go,
time never changed the pond.
The clear waters swell
from a spring in the dell,
that runs to the valley beyond.
A rope still hangs
at the old swimming hole,
daring anyone with the nerve.
A water snake glides,
by the bank where it hides,
where a casual eye won't observe.
Ages ago,
the small rivulet
was dammed up to block the flow.
The work of a mule,
and a dream as a tool,
foretold what we all should know.
Think big and build strong,
and make a wise choice,
to hold back the waters of time.
Wherever you go,
there is treasure below,
beyond every hill that you climb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Think big and build strong....a lovely poem. Lovely recollection of old times and the pond that is still alive in the memory.10
Still alive in memory and still right up in those hills where it always was. Thank you as always for the comment.