Oh, shiny brook,
I watch you on your way to the sea,
And see little faces peering up
Out of the water . . .
Water-fairies
Strange smiles and questions.
They are your pebbles sweet,
Golden with foam of the sun,
Blue with foam of the sky.
I know their way of speaking,
Of talking to each other:
I hear them telling secrets
About green moss, about fish that get lost.
And how I am sitting on a big stone
Getting my feet wet in Shiny Brook
To watch their surprising ways!
Shiny Brook
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: fish, green, lost, sea, sky, sun, blue, sweet, hear, golden, strange, stone, water, I love you, I miss you, watch, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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