Dreams of Rivers and Streams #PhotoWrite

Kathy Lauren Miller

WE were wild as Indians, then

traipsing ancient paths

into the shadowed green

where hollowed out logs

became resplendent canoes

ferrying us down the stream

where tunnels of fallen boughs

arched like bridges above

oh, how we did dream, then

of bows and arrows and painted men

There was magic in those days

I need only to close my eyes

To go back, again.

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