By Barbara Paape
The cool clear stream is gone.
Instead, a chocolate ribbon
Undulates, racing across the land,
Toward the still more powerful river.
Wind blows in savage fury.
Trees sway, their tops
Sweeping the sky
In glorious motion.
Rain falls, unceasing,
From leaden skies above.
It pounds the earth relentlessly,
On and on, without pause.
New rivulets form
And snake their way down the hill
To join the ribbon of cocoa,
Now frothy with whipped cream flecks.
Written about Daken Brook, Ben Lomond