Water Music Poem by Tom Billsborough
Water Music
Singing by the warbling water,
Below the plashing waterfalls,
Who becomes the true composer
In the mingling of our souls?
Is my anthem to the river
An echo of the purer tones
Which only Nature can deliver
Upon its fluted polished stones?
You surly make this one sing Tom. It flow slike magic. Annette
Yes, it was more or less a song. If I get my Keyboard out I might try putting some music to it. But Mr P objects when I play. I think he's a good judge! Think I'll have to wait till his next Turkey over-eat makes him dozy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 2:17:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful Tom I can hear the water music singing through my skin, such a joyous, breezy poem makes me want to sing.
I love Nature's music. Wish I could sing too! Maybe through verse.