Singing water running swiftly <br />Flowing downward to the valley <br />Spraying off intrusive stone <br />Cataract plunging to the bottom <br />Pool fern shrouded surprise <br />Natural garden in the forest <br />Eels waiting in the dark <br />For a passing trout to feed on <br />Heads large as clenched fists <br />Ruthless hunters on the chain <br />Only predated on by man <br />Regretfully we turn away <br />No skinny-dipping in that pool.<br /><br />Thomas Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bushclad-surprise/
