Sunday, July 26, 2020

Children’s Play

Behind the maple trees 
Down a wooded path 
Lies a small stream current 
Over the rocks of the river bank 
The children play, their pants 
rolled up to their knees 
Splashing around 
Jumping from rock to rock 
They elude the adults 
To their realities 
And dabble in the 
Mysteries of the river 
Until the porch lights flicker on 
And the pink in the sky 
Calls them home for dinner

By Melissa Kelly 
Published on Amethyst Review May, 2018

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