Posted by: Helen Gobble | July 6, 2011

Little Brook

Little Brook

Tell me little brook why are you so happy
Bubbling, rippling, sparkling in the sun
Singing your joyful song
Skipping and tripping the rocks and stones
Reflecting the sky, the Mountains, the trees
Merrily dancing ahead of the breeze
Down to the stream, out to the river
Out to the beautiful deep blue sea
Then into the ocean vast and wide
Far far away, borne with the tide
Will you return I wonder someday
Back to the brook where you used to play?

From Bits and Pieces and More by Helen Gobble, p. 116



  1. I love this poem. It makes me hear and see the brook, and refreshes me.

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