Forest Memory

Firs shade me from the beaming sun.

Stepping from rock to rock,

I reach a place of calming solitude.

First one shoe and sock,

Then the other slips free.

The water is mountain ice cold

And gains speed amongst the stones.

Putting shoes and socks aside

I roll up my pant legs

So they won’t touch the river.

Sitting on a boulder

My feet slide into the ice water.

I sigh, feeling the shadow

Of the trees, free and happy

For the time being,

At least until my parents

Call for me to go home.

 

© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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