My River
The cool summer breeze sings lullabies to me softly
And the sunlight speckles green grass
As I jump in leaps and bounds
From one mossy rock to another
In the stream that runs through my backyard
Minnows struggle to swim upstream
I count them – two, four, six, eight, ten…
There must be hundreds
Birds chirp to each other
Water whispers to me
My feet in the dirt
My eyes meet the baby blue sky
With my hands grasping
A branch of a willow tree
It supports me
A crutch to an eleven year old
I sit on the tree’s bough
Basking in it
Safe, lost in the wonder of it all
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Lovely rendering of a magical place. I had one of those too growing up. Thanks for sharing.