The Little Brook
Through mountains, and valleys,
Flowing, narrow and long
Rainbow trout, in cool clear water,
Over rock covered falls, singing a song,
A little Brook flowes, carving out a path,
As the Maples and Birch share a bank, ,
Cutting a path, through forest and fields,
Transporting leaves, before they sank,
Its food and water, providing a supply,
For animals, creatures, and those who care,
Running deep and long and shallow at times,
The beauty of nature, with all its flair,
Through Great Smoky Mountains,
And its valleys below,
Spreading its beauty, for all to see,
A very small Brook, continues to flow.
Copyright@2007
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