By The Babbling Brook Poem by Christopher Tye

By the babbling brook

By the babbling brook I rest myself,
Watching damsel-flies hovering above the water,
Fish darting around for food and shelter,
Birds on the wing looking for their food,
Water boatmen swimming around without a care in the world,
The gentle breeze dropping petals into the water,
The banks covered in lush green grass,
The bull rushes and water lilies slowly spreading,
A little twig floating by towards the bridge,
The merry song of nature and water in harmony,
The afternoon sun glinting of the water,
Why would I want to be anywhere else but here,
By the babbling brook is the place to be.

By Christopher Tye