A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Please enjoy this little poem about an afternoon adventure I had today.

Rocky crests of drifting stream, winds

Through the tree roots and the stones, splashing

Little white waves that dance

Playfully through the air and

Dive back into the churning waters, past

Moss grown boulders and broken twigs,

And all the reminiscences

Of an age gone by, when

Chasing butterflies, and flights

Of fancy could fill a day

With make-believe, and twigs

Were the weapons with which we fought our woes,

And not even rain

Could dampen our horizons, and, even now,

Even though the sky is grey

And threatening rain,

I shall run across the tree-roots

And dance through a daydream,

Whilst the stream chases

The time away.