Water Spirit Poem by Chris Boyles

A friend showed me a photograph one day
I saw more than water flowing on its way.
It was not a river nor even a small stream
if you looked that is the way it would seem.

In love I fell with the picture I saw there
I am glad with me they decided to share.
I could hear the water as it flowed down
leaves also floating of green and brown.

There must have been a spirit present
a dogs face I saw in the waters descent.
Not many pictures inspire me as this did
for looking closer many things were hid.

In the photograph others could not see
the spirit of the water that stared at me.
Eyes see differently not always the same
thats the joy of the photography game.

I always said to hang up upon my wall
I would like this picture to show to all.
There it hangs I look into it each day
for always the friend with me will stay.

If entered in a competition I do beleive
that a winning place it would achieve.
He behind the camera at the right time
showed me a spirit inspiring this rhyme.