Billyacatting Hill, the rock was formed unevenly, it already had a thin skin, but water has continued to form the granite and sandstone outcrops.
Water kisses the hardness so tenderly
where human hands would abuse,
and force.
Water shapes and smoothes,
inviting character,
presence,
gift.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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beautiful❤
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Thank you Gina
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Water is a powerful force.
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It sure is
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Amazing power of water,expressed in soft lyrics! Love it .Thank you.
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Thank you for reading
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Oh wow! Beautiful place and poem! Very nicely written! Blessings!
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Many thanks Tammy 🙂
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Sure 🙂
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Beautiful words 🙂
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Thanks so much Alex
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Lovely. When I first read the opening words I read them as “Billycarting Hill” and expected some rollicking tale from childhood. Instead I was lulled by a gentle ode to water.
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Thanks for sharing that Suzanne, really appreciate it.
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As a kid, I thought it was Billycarting Hill, and looked forward to a time when I could try my billy-cart on it. It would not have been successful!
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A rocky ride!
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Definitely crash helmet territory
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haha!
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Oh where’s your sense of adventure?! It could have been such fun 🙂
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Love Forms. Wonderful Paul!
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Thank you
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Soft as water.
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Yes, that’s it Rupali
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Water invites presence, that’s true 🙂
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Yes, sure does Gerhard
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oh so tenderly sculpted … your poem and our waterways 🙂
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Thanks Kate 🙂
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Just as tender as the caress of water.
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Nicely put, thank you so much
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Always a pleasure.
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beautiful
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Thank yoy
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