when as a child many hours I did while away
on the banks of a babbling brook at play
Hours of listening to her whispering
little songs to robins and dragonflies
Under unturned rocks crabs would live
and I would disturb them in there daily life
by opening up their world to the light.
In cattail filled ditches by the road
I might encountered a little brown toad
or a leopard frog all spotted and green
with big bulging eyes to be seen
And In tuffs of stripped grass
did grow the tall and hollow stakes
of yellow
swamp iris to go home to mom
with a grin
for she knew where I had been...
By babbling brooks a listenin'....
bentfeather
04.30.04