THE WATERFALL
Humble in its origin
on the heather moor
rolling gently down towards
the valley’s deep green floor
Suddenly the land gives way
beneath its watery tread
and leads it down the rocky face
towards the river bed
Down the limestone outcrop
over mossy stones
beside the yellowing bracken
it bubbles sighs and moans
Until at last its downward race
is given a pause for rest
before it has to carry on
with renewed force and zest.
Roland's Ragbag 
How absolutely beautiful you paint these stream growing and finally flow into the river.
As it traverses, skips with joy, your words do the same. You paint the moors with strength and love. Both in words and picture. I love them both. I smile with a tear in my eye.
Miriam
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I thank you for your warm comments, Miriam.
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