Exceptional How quickly a trickle can grow. The Trickle by Barry Penfold Rhyming Poem contest entry Artwork by avmurray at FanArtReview.com

It started as a trickle From an old artesian well The trickles grew to ripples and then began to swell. The ripples merged together Gained shape,began to look And then within a little while The ripples were a brook As if bent on fulfilment In pursuance of a dream The brook took on momentum And then became a stream The stream in turn sped quickly on Its destiny at stake Tumbling to the valley floor The stream became a lake The lake soon found its level And no longer could contain The water held within its banks So, on it went again From the lake was born a river Sweeping onwards, wild and free And, growing wider by the mile To meet the deep blue sea. The sea consumed the river Then the sea became no more For it ended as a whisper In the mighty ocean's roar. Recognized Author Notes From little things, big things grow.

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