The hidden stream surged from the ground. It rushed along the forest floor winding through the boulders and rocks. It leapt with joy over the small decent, causing bubbles of excitement. The stream laughed and played in the sunlight and shimmered in the cool of the shade trees. The stream’s destination was unknown to we mere mortals. We were gifted with a brief view of its exultation. The stream’s festive journey continued until it turned that last corner; it’s path once again hidden from sight.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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You’re the Best, Chuck! Thank you!! ❤ ❤
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Oh Penny! I loved this!! I’m a sucker for a babbling brook or stream! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!! I think you may like one of my favorite poems – THE SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/song-chattahoochee
xoxoxo
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Thank you so much, Chuck! I did read that poem and yes! I do like it! It reads like a song! I can imagine putting music to it quite easily. Be well, my friend. Thank you for the visit! ❤
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This is gorgeous, Penny 🙂
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Awww, thank you!! 🙂
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