Cascades of crystal water flow <br />into the waiting pool below. <br />The force and power of the descent <br />Renders the water turbulent. <br /> <br />Although hemmed in by rocky walls, <br /> the pool beneath the water falls <br /> is never known to overflow. <br />I wonder where the waters go. <br /> <br /> Far, far away a river flows. <br /> I have been told by one who knows. <br />Its source is that same rocky pool <br />which send its waters clear and cool <br /> <br />By secret streams deep underground <br /> to where an exit can be found <br /> A pathway to the world outside <br />to form a river deep and wide. <br /> <br />Close by its brink I sit and think <br />as shy wild creatures come to drink. <br />His explanation could be true <br /> a train of thought which I pursue. <br /> <br />At last I find I must accept <br />this rather startling new concept <br />Which solves for me a mystery <br /> I need no longer wonder why. <br /> <br />That distant pool won’t overflow <br /> it has some outlet down below. <br /> Which sets the pent up waters free <br /> to run swiftly and secretly. <br /> <br />Through passages unknown to men <br /> until it can emerge again. <br /> Into the light where it can be <br /> a broad stream dreaming placidly. <br /> <br />20-Nov-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/subterranean-for-m-lady-deana/
