Poem for You

Selected from the National Poetry Day competition Post a Poem.
To see the poems previously published on the theme of Water click here

Water
By Stuart Austin

High in the mountains, the warming sun
Melts the ice, makes the water run
Drop by drop the pace increases
Spring, Summer, Autumn, it never ceases
Gathering pace it rushes along
Becomes a brook and wanders on
At first a murmur, then a sigh
A clear, cool stream that meanders by
Down the hillside it falls and tumbles
On its way it mumbles and grumbles
As as a fast mountain torrent with a roar
It reaches the valley and meanders the floor
Till at last, a river wide
It merges the sea and meets with the wide tide
Does each little drop have a plan or a dream?
Know where it's going as part of a scheme?
I wish I knew!

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