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We camped alongside Terrace Creek, and fell asleep each night to the sounds of a babbling waterfall. Hiking poles came in handy on the many stream crossings.
Colours wild, colours deep
Natures tears, stream and weep
Over the stones sunk inside
As leaves they surf and they ride
Over the tears the sky did weep
Coloured wildly , and colourfully deep
Natures tears, see them fly
Out from the depths of the hidden eye
See them ride the waves and flow
Along the stream, watch them go
Swimming the waters and stones that lie
Deep in the depths of the hidden eye
By the Stream
by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
"By the stream I dream in calm delight, and
watch as in a glass,
How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued
and white-robed maidens pass,
And the water into ripples breaks and
sparkles as it spreads,
Like a host of armored knights with silver
helmets on their heads.
And I deem the stream an emblem fit of
human life may go,
For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet
but shallows show,
And a soul may glow with myriad lights and
wondrous mysteries,
When it only lies a dormant thing and
mirrors what it sees."
Paul Laurence Dunbar’s poem By the Stream is a reflective poem that forces the reader to consider the authenticity of those around us. Dunbar explains through the voice of a male persona that our first judgment of others could easily, and often is, completely mistaken. Through the use of imagery, similes, and a beautiful rhyme scheme, Dunbar has created a short but strong piece of writing which reminds us not to take everyone at face value.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1908) is an American writer who has authored many novels, short stories, and poems. Among these are The Uncalled, Folks from Dixie, The Love of Landry, Majors and Minors, the Oak in Ivy, Lyrics of Lowly Life, The Fanatics, the Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar, Little Brown baby, Poems of Cabin and Field, and The Heart of the Happy Hallow. It is in his book Lyrics of Lowly Life, that by the stream can be found.
Paul Laurence Dunbar is one of the most renowned African American poets to this date. He was one of the first African-American poets to have his poetry acknowledged worldwide. His literary talent was exposed early as he became the class president despite being the only African American in his class and managed to have several poems published before he even graduated. Though he had an early and rather unfortunate death for a man of his talent, his work is considered one of the best African American poetry collections until this day.
The track of an inchoate stream is unmistakable. Rushing water cuts scallops, dips and meanders as it runs over surface of sandstone. A much larger stream is to the right; they have a confluence lower and to the right. These drain into the canyon created by Keg Spring.
Keg Knoll, near the Labyrinth Canyon Wilderness
Stream, stream, stream away
Float into another day
Past the fields of vivid green
To a land, as yet unseen
Stream, stream, stream away
Sail into another day
Along the water of pure blue
Until sweet beauty is brought to you
Down the stream , past fields of green
In a land that is yet unseen
Side by side, joined together
Separated, no, not never
Down the stream as it flows
Following it's path wherever it goes
Under trees, towards the light
Through the day and the night
Separated, no, not never
Side by side, joined together