Winding Roads Poem by Marsha Cleveland

I found the paths leading down to the waters edge just like the brochure described.
The rushing sound was penetrating as it ran over rocks leading downward into the stream.

I stepped into the stream barefooted feeling the tickling between my toes.
Cool icy waters caressing my inner thighs I sighed breathlessly.

The paths of the waters cut winding roads all through the mountains gorge.
I explored them all looking for the perfect “secret place” to call my own.

One particular path was protected with purple irises and yellow lilies keeping
A lookout for all who wandered into the view.

Another path led into a snake like pattern with large boulders and broken rocks,
Smothering the entrance of crushing ripples as the waters moved fiercely forward.

Finally, I found it! The most beautiful site to behold!
I stood in awe as my eyes
Scanned over all the beauty and wonder there.

I could scarcely take it in!
A landscaped canvas!

Golden pebbles covered the streams floor glistening with the beams of sunlight.
Two large boulders side by side faced the opening while waters ran between them,
Splashing diamonds across the surface.

A “Garden Of Eden” encased the mouth of the winding road.
Magnificently displayed like the brush of the “Leonardo da Vinci”
“Madonna of the rocks! ”

Engraved into the belly of the waters ravine appeared two lovers sculptured by
Ravenous cutting of rampart hands.

The perfect “secret place” indeed!

I will forever journey these winding roads.