Sunshine and Scraped Knees: A Poem

Hi there! Please enjoy this poem about all the joys of this glorious summer weather and freedom from responsibilities (at least for now).


It’s all the little things, the ones

That come tumbling back in, like

The way the stream gurgles through the grass, or

The rocks you scramble up just because, or

The shapes in the clouds in the sky above;

All these things found, lurking under rocks with interesting bugs, or

Hiding in caves to be explored with a torch, or

At the top of a tree you climbed just for fun;

They filter through to the place

That was lost, and they

Start to conquer that shadow there was.

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