Sitting by the Stream
By Kathy Armijo
Three little boys sitting by the stream
Dreaming dreams only boys can dream.
Mom and Dad call it mischief.
What will we do with the frog we caught?
Let’s just hope Mom doesn’t learn that
We’re gonna’ drop it in the neighbor’s flowerpot.
Should we tell Dad?
He won’t think what we’re doing is bad.
And, I’m sure he’ll have better ideas for the frog.
Shall we try to skip a rock across the stream?
Hee. Hee. It always makes Mom and Dad scream.
You want to play tag?
Nope!
Are you a dope?
Dad will curse in Spanish.
Too much noise to catch some fish.
Wanna’ play some crazy eights?
And, so begins the great debate.
What to do?
Mom reminds us school will soon start.
For this, we have no heart.
We’d rather play,
Than be in school all day.
So, the boys sit by the stream
Dreaming dreams only little boys can dream.
Reminiscing about the fun they had this summer.
And, wishing it would last a whole lot longer.
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God Bless
Michelle~
Love Tinka
much peace,
jackie
well done...
john
Newfie Hugs, Rose
may be more of them to come, a little later on.
Walt
P.S. At least they weren't smoking crack...thenk God
Lifetimes are made with memories such as this my friend. Bless You Always, Paul.
"Reminiscing about the fun they had this summer. And, wishing it would last a whole lot longer."
As a mom, I find that this poem brings back fond memories of raising a truly wonderful son!
I believe it's all inside us, forever.
This is such a vivid picture; it's painted with lively words, Kathy!
Axilea
Be safe,
Karen
Enjoy the little ones, for they grow so fast!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thanks for the memories!
Love,
ET
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I love it!
Love,
annie