I've been enjoying this lady's poems. She has a delightful way with words.
Helen Gray Cone
The brook ran laughing from the shade,
And in the sunshine danced all day:
The starlight and the moonlight made
Its glimmering path a Milky Way.
The blue sky burned, with summer fired;
For parching fields, for pining flowers,
The spirits of the air desired
The brook's bright life to shed in showers.
It gave its all that thirst to slake;
Its dusty channel lifeless lay;
Now softest flowers, white-foaming, make
It's winding bed a Milky Way.
Have a good weekend!!
Miss Melody Muffin