Babbling brook and tumbling river,
damp decaying needles cover
soggy, spongey forest floor,
mossy clumps, tree trunks, tree stumps,
sodden banks of greenery,
quiet, placid scenery:
only wind and water sound,
and bird calls sometimes heard around;
by clearings, where there’s light enough
the trees bedecked with lichen fluff.
Surprised so small the mighty Severn river,
cascading joyfully with youthful vigour!
We trace it back to moorland boggy source,
from where it leaves to gather and to grow,
and meet the thirsty needs along its course,
out from th’increasing sturdy flow.
*pronounced 'Havren', the Welsh name for the River Severn
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | February 17, 2012 - 19:20
This is a beautiful picture you paint, Rhiannon. And I have learned something as well;-)
Much enjoyed.
Tina
Rhiannonw | February 17, 2012 - 20:35
Thank you, Tina. Our daugher came up (her husband taking charge of their children) to give us a break as my husband's elderly parents have had difficulties, and she felt we needed a few days off. So this shows something of the benefit we had!
Rhiannon
sue dinum | February 17, 2012 - 21:44
Excellent, Rhian. I'm really impressed with your range of poetic styles, not that I know a great deal about the subject, but I like the variety of your thoughts and your way of putting them down. You paint lovely scenes, and thanks for the Welsh translation of Severn. We learn something every day, hopefully.
sue
Rhiannonw | February 17, 2012 - 22:00
Thank you for your comment and appreciation, Sue.
Rhiannon
scratch | February 19, 2012 - 13:02
This is great Rhiannonw. To trace this mighty river and paint it like this from it's watershed source to show us it's watery birthing place is really clever and so well conceived in fact so real my socks have got soaked - I'm off to change them.
Rhiannonw | February 19, 2012 - 15:26
Ha, ha!! Glad you really felt you got involved, and thanks for the appreciation. Rhiannon