Rain and Roses

<h2><SPAN name="MIDDLE_CREEK_W_VA" id="MIDDLE_CREEK_W_VA"></SPAN>Middle Creek, W. Va.</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> HAVE a longing for a hill<br/></span> <span class="ih">A passion for small streams.<br/></span> <span class="i0">And there’s a creek that winds itself<br/></span> <span class="i2">Among my muted dreams.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">A tumbling stream, you know the kind,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With water running clear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where birds might bathe between its songs<br/></span> <span class="i2">And pilgrims hover near.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">It twines itself, love-fashion, round<br/></span> <span class="i2">A flowering tree, then worms&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And oozes in between the roots,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Of sycamores and ferns.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Petals float down and mingle with<br/></span> <span class="i2">Ribbons of grass while I<br/></span> <span class="i0">Am conscious that I am dreaming,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And writing while I sigh.<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_50" id="page_50">{50}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />