#Wordle 378





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…


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