Morning Walk
I follow the stream on my morning walk,
Watching it flow with ease over lumps, bumps,
And small rocks leaving patterns on its way.
I wish I had a piece of news paper in my pocket.
I would make a paper boat,
Write a message maybe, watch it sail off
I bless this boat and all who sail in her…
The crowd watching give a roaring cheer,
Calling my mind back from the fringe of my imagination.
Not before I notice, three twigs drift with the stream
Reminding me of the pooh sticks, I played with my father.
The sting of memory, of childhood, when life was easy, free flowing.
I binged on life then, these days I binge a little slower, like my stream…
This lovely poem flowed as smoothly as your stream.
Thank you!
Mind if I ask what poo sticks are? Enjoyed this, an analogy of life <3
I have just realised that I spelled the word wrongly. They are ‘pooh’ sticks, from Winnie the Pooh. Two people throw sticks into the river on one side of the bridge, then see which one comes out of the other side first…
Lol, that’s okay 🙂
Pooh had a way with fun, didn’t he?