The Little Brook <br /> <br />Through mountains, and valleys, <br />Flowing, narrow and long <br />Rainbow trout, in cool clear water, <br />Over rock covered falls, singing a song, <br /> <br />A little Brook flowes, carving out a path, <br />As the Maples and Birch share a bank, , <br />Cutting a path, through forest and fields, <br />Transporting leaves, before they sank, <br /> <br />Its food and water, providing a supply, <br />For animals, creatures, and those who care, <br />Running deep and long and shallow at times, <br />The beauty of nature, with all its flair, <br /> <br />Through Great Smoky Mountains, <br />And its valleys below, <br />Spreading its beauty, for all to see, <br />A very small Brook, continues to flow. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright@2007<br /><br />B.J. Ayers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-brook-2/
