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.
A Teacup Full of Stories 