Lost River Cave Boat Tour
by Quinn, just turned three
Discussed/written down by his Oma (me),
who dared to rewrite his last line.
A bat flapped his wings.
I saw water— it was blue
like my Oma’s pen. I smelled
pineapple and heard
a lemur scream.
And I laughed big.
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can’t imagine anything sweeter than being a scribe for your three-year-old grandson
Love this! Especially the last line!
How cute! I love the Lost River Cave.