Flickering in rainbow haste, <br />It comes to our chance meeting. <br />Following its’ pebbled path, <br />It laughs in liquid greeting. <br /> <br />Sunshine bright and full of life, <br />It may stop, but not for long. <br />Merrily leaping on its’ way, <br />It leaves us with a happy song.. <br /> <br />Now it’s only a memory <br />Of an Autumn afternoon, <br />Someplace I’ve been before <br />And hope to return to soon. <br /> <br />Karl Stuart Kline <br />circa 1970<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-23-mountain-stream/
