Cataracts of Eden

At the cataracts of Eden, where the country climbs the rocks, the goat herds and the shepherd boys, divine...play gaily in the freely falling waters, and the warm sunshine.

For, there, the fauns and satyr's, play their subtle pipes and games; pluck their haunting harps and hearts...and there, the greatest forest god of all, his children...fondly watch.

Among the flowers and sprays of mist's, forever leap with blissful joy...those beauteous kids, the girls and boys, whose nature'd lusts...so happily display.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: faun and satyr in bronze, google art