Author Peter H. Lee Where is the fourth bend? The sun crosses the Pine Cliff. Rocks swim in the water's bosom reflect many hues. Trees and springs are deep and clear— I cannot suppress my joy. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments