GLACIER
Gliding so slowly down the mountain side.
Leisurely, languid, see it glide.
Almost motionless, but not quite.
Carving a pathway, left and right.
Icy, sparkling, petrified stream;
Every facet seems to gleam.
Rivers fed by the melting ice
Will fill the paddy-fields with rice.
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Clever, entertaining and worth re-reading.
ReplyDeleteFelt the movement.
ReplyDeleteYou scared me, I thought I had lost your link.
Keep on writing. It is a pleasant visit for me.
Thanks
How clever and such a great one for the theme!
ReplyDeleteThey have always seemed so elegant to me!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun poem!
ReplyDeleteI have hiked to a glacier--quite something to see up close!
great flowing poem! {:-D
ReplyDeleteGlaciers are a great subject...they did a lot to form our USA continent....love your rhymes♫♪
ReplyDeleteYou know, of course, that I adore the clever flow of this one. I have visited glaciers in Canada many times, so I could actually feel that flow.
ReplyDeleteIt was glaciers for me this week too! Loved this!
ReplyDeleteA very effective poem :)
ReplyDeleteAhhhh...
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely and chilling and so vivid!
Another glorious piece of writing from the great RR!
Thank you for linking.
A+