(June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

A Brook

Hear water breaking in a brook
Over rocks that are timeless with age -
A sound near as old as the earth itself
With a meaning beyond any sage.

Hear water breaking in a brook
Over rocks that are gray with the years -
An elixir of youth to those ancient stones
Is this water of heaven shed tears.

See you there earth's brow,
Beneath the cool brook's soothing self?
Not one wrinkle on that brow
As years from us will win,
Not one wrinkle on that ancient brow,
As smooth as an infant's skin!

Hear water breaking in a brook,
Laughing on its way to the sea.
Hear water breaking in a brook,
Laughing at you and at me!


© M. Barrett – all rights reserved

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Comments (6)

I was led to this lovely poem by your comments on Valsa's By the side of a brook I am well rewarded, Thank you
Hi Kanav, thanks for your kind words - much appreciated. As a kid growing up in New Brunswick, we had a country place where a nearby brook flowed into the Hammond river. It was a very picturesque setting with falls, rapids, crystalline water - a great spot of natural beauty - hence this poem. Cheers!
this poem flows like a river too, , , loved this poem, , ,
When you were in 10 th grade, you wrote a poem on a brook. After many many years, at the age of 57, I wrote a poem on a brook. Both are similar in many ways! I invite you to read my poem By the Side of a Brook! Watching clear running waters and listening to the sound of a brook is a joy! Enjoyed your beautiful write! !
Lucid presentation......................beautifully worded, Sir! ............loved it
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