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Sitting Beside The Water

Updated on February 12, 2014

I sat beside a brook....

Once upon a day I sat beside a brook.

I listened to its flowing while reading from a book.

To rest my eyes a moment I glanced upon its flow.

It flowed so smoothly onward and on to fields below.

I sat beside a stream....

Once upon an evening I sat beside a stream.

And marveled at its surface in the fading sunset's gleam.

I imagined the streamlined fishes hidden therein from view.

Hitching their ride without effort while seeking something new.

I sat beside a river....

Once upon a nighttime I sat beside a river;

warmed aside a campfire without which I would shivver.

The river deep and dark was coursing to the sea.

Yet still by moonlight sprinkled it seemed to speak to me.

I stood beside an ocean....

Once upon a winter's day I stood beside the sea.

My coat, cap, scarf, and mittens snug protected me.

I felt I sensed a riddle I'd pondered more and more:

"What grows as it goes, yet is smaller than before?"

I gazed upon the universe....

Once in a short lifetime of days so quickly passed,

It seemed i'd pondered often and finally come to grasp

why comets brilliant trails are so much at one with us.

Our smiles can light the darkness, and can go without a fuss.

I lie beside a pulpit....

Just once upon this moment, as still and cold within,

I hear the fading music, the organ's dying hymn.

What did I learn from living, from books, from thoughts and such?

How much will it now matter, whether lots or not so much.

I've reached my own great ocean....

Now looking back in wonder it seems so plain to me

that I was meant to wander and carve my own journey.

As an infant small to babble like the ripples of that stream.

As a youth, like the hidden fishes, always seeking some new dream.

As that solitary camper aside that warming ember,

To live, to love, to yearn, and now almost remember,

the water's tireless movement, downhill refreshed to sea.

So, in my own life cycle, the decline has captured me.


Some captioned "picture thoughts".

Thoughts like mirrors can only reflect what is already there.
Thoughts like mirrors can only reflect what is already there. | Source
Sunsets offer a brief moment for ponders of personal reflection
Sunsets offer a brief moment for ponders of personal reflection | Source
Brooks, streams, and rivers find a restless rest in the tireless waves of the sea.
Brooks, streams, and rivers find a restless rest in the tireless waves of the sea. | Source
Ripples left by the sea. An impermanent footprint left by a man.
Ripples left by the sea. An impermanent footprint left by a man. | Source
The dandelion dies only if man wills it so, but the seeds mean it will live on elsewhere.
The dandelion dies only if man wills it so, but the seeds mean it will live on elsewhere. | Source

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Truly enjoyable, thank you.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      What a wonderful hub; words and images balancing wonderfully.

      Loved it and voted up.

      Eddy.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Lovely poem. It must have taken quite a while with those great images to accompany it. Facts and learning will not matter much at all, I'm sure, it's how we have lived and loved. Blessings to you.

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      Sueswan 3 years ago

      There is something very soothing about sitting by the waters edge.

      A wonderful poem filled with great imagery. I especially like the line,

      "Our smiles can light the darkness, and can go without a fuss."

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      catgypsy 3 years ago from the South

      A very touching poem. Also great pictures.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      Beautiful lines and beautiful pictures. I like poetry that has both rhyme and rhythm like yours does--plus and message of depth. Excellent.

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      This is absolutely beautiful and so well-penned. The photos too are spectacular. It flows just like the water, as I'm sure you intended it to do.

      Wonderful! Ann

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      A wonderful and expressive journey. Love the photos.

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