Nature Poem

Racing to the woods on a summer day

singing as she makes her way

through the stream of tadpoles she stoops to say Hey – cupping 2 or 3 in her hand, releasing them, then skipping away

the embankment forces a bit of a frown as she removes her shoes and sits on its ground

feet flicking the water across the pond, she takes up her shoes then leaps with bound

cool water rushing between her toes, eyeing the footbridge – off to it she goes.


Through the woods on a summer day to meet her friends for a day of play.

too bad all kids were not raised in this way

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