The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;

Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.

Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

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4 Comments

  1. Lauren says:

    I loved this pome it reminded me of home. 🙁

  2. Ken says:

    THis poem greatly portrays 2 meaning: one was obvious, one was deep and life moral. Any way, Sandy spell “poem” wrong. HAHAHAHA

  3. Sandy says:

    What a lovely poam, I couldn’t help but listen for the brook and hear it. It brought me back.

  4. brett says:

    definately my favorite writer and he just demonstrates his mastery of words yet again with this delightful poem.

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