…what about the brook/
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?/
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength/
And impulse, having dipped a finger-length/
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed/
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.
Excerpt from “A Brook in the City” by Robert Frost in New Hampshire (Holt, 1923)
Image is of the Ammonoosuc River, from Robert N. Dennis collection of stereoscopic views. See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons