Courtesy of S.Q
Beneath the Boughs
Beneath the boughs here I sit,
Watching the waters stream by
Jagged rocks dot yon river bed,
Yet the waters ripple on.
Winding, meandering, undeterred,
Directly on their way, they go.
Discouraged not, nor wearied,
As o’er stony hurdles, they flow.
For, like us, these waters do move onward,
Resolute, firm and ever enthused.
Yes, life is like that,
Just think and reflect…
Life’s akin the river, the brook, the stream, and…
Despite the crests and troughs, gushes on, mightily.
And so we thank Ye for this blessed treasure,
Ah, the precious, sacred Gift of Life.
Aye, beneath the boughs here I sit—in peace, contented
‘neath His blessings of a hearty, happy day.
Maloquacious © 2012
Maloquacious 
What a beautiful poem Mal. Yes Life is like that for sure. Great post. 🙂
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I love nature and the outdoors, Arindam. They compel me to write, and I’m so grateful for that. Especially when the weather is lovely, the conditions are superb. Thank you for reading! 🙂
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Beautiful…
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Asante sana, dear Romana! Nature scenes are truly beautiful…peaceful, serene and soothing, and they prove as examples for us to follow.. 🙂
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That is really beautiful ! Thank you aunt! I had a very interesting and meaningful trip with Saneeya and Phil. And always the best wishes for you forever!
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Yumy, so very kind of you to take time to read and comment…and so happy you enjoyed the poem – thank you! Yes, I did indeed hear about the successful and well-utilised trip.. 🙂
Wish you all the best in life.. God bless..
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Beautifully written Maleeha…I am always in awe of those who write poetry, and you do so, so well! The imagery is lovely…delightfully soothing…and so very apt…many thanks…
God bless…
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Your wonderful comments, dear Shama, always encourage me to write more…a big ‘thank you’ from the bottom of my heart! God’s blessings.. 🙂
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Beautiful Poem Maleeha…you are very talented.
Bye for now
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Lovely to hear from you, Farida! Thanks so much for taking time to read and for your kind comment.. Love xx 🙂
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Nice poem. And the picture is pretty, too.
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Aww, thanks much, Duck! The photo was taken by my daughter in Glendalough, Dublin, Ireland…indeed, a beautiful, picturesque place! 🙂
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Thanks, very nice. I was sitting in that picture, going through the poem.
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So good to see you here, Rooha! Muchas gracias for your lovely comment…thrilled that you enjoyed my poem.. God bless.. 🙂
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Love that picture! Love that poem! I could hear and smell nature at its purest!
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Why, Fatma, what a delightful compliment…bless you! Thank you kindly.. 🙂
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My favorite part: “Discouraged not, nor wearied,
As o’er stony hurdles, they flow.
For, like us, these waters do move onward,
Resolute, firm and ever enthused.”
If you asked me to pick four lines of a poem to explain my personality to a stranger, these come as close as any I’ve seen except for the lines from Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise.” Thanks for reminding me of who I am in your poetry because sometimes I get bogged down. This was lovely. ET
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Wonderful to see you, Eleanor! Thank you for reading…and happy to oblige. May your life ever bubble with enthusiasm and determination.. God speed.. 🙂
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I’ve since reread this poem–several times–and decided to print it off and hang it on my office wall.
Thank you!
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Gosh, thanks a bunch!
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My mother past Monday last. Father and I have found a place like this crossed by a tiny wooden bridge for her ashes so the pic has a special meaning for us,
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Carl, you describe an even prettier picture… ‘crossed by a tiny wooden bridge’ .. May your dear mother rest in eternal peace. Amen.
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