Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Gorge




We had wandered through the gorge
Right to the very end
Past towering cliffs of rock
Repeating at every bend.
All grey and gaunt they were,
Devoid of softening trees.
And we were in such shade
We felt the stiffening breeze.
Then we came out to this,
A gentle babbling brook.
A view of trees and distant plains,
A scene from a picture book.

(A verse for children)

Rockabye Boatie, out on the bay;
Before very long we'll be floating away.
As soon as I'm closing my poor tired eyes,
We'll sail off in the moonlight way up in the skies.
Sister Jill will be floating along by my side;
I am sure she'll have Teddie along for the ride.
Brother Bertie will follow; he's later to bed.
He'll have a big ship and the sails will be red!
We'll all wave at Mummy who's still on the land;
We'll all see the hanky she has in her hand.
All night we'll go sailing past planets and stars;
We'll see Jupiter, Venus, Uranus and Mars.
When we open our eyes to another new day
We'll find that we're safely back home in the bay.


Joyful said...

What a beautiful water scene you've captured.

Carole M. said...

a beautiful scene