7264. AND OH THAT POUNDING STREAM

AND OH THAT 

POUNDING STREAM

You are supposed to be soft, not harsh; ripple,

not rush. This makes me not know where to

turn  -  as if I ever did at all. The cake is on

the table, and I just saw the mouse which 

scurried away  -  along the baseboard, across 

the floor. Do you not know we should love

it too? Don't worry now, it's gone, and 

I am here with you.

-

So, forget things; let's sit and look out the 

window : the yard inclines down so gently, 

to the trees and then that stream  -  sometimes, 

I swear, a river too. When the foul winds 

blow and rain beats a rush, it all can 

become quite a flow, then a gush;

and oh, that pounding stream.