These familiar waters of my childhood
still flow strong and silent
holding memories
of alabaster canoes
rods with hooks
dips to cool the sweltering heat
of the summer sun.
The smell of fresh rainbow trout
the spectrum of colours shimmering
on their glossy scales as they
shudder into the other world.
The soft sound of the oars
the glubbing of a bubble rising.
We are pirates seeking new terrain.
We are captains of the ship
sailing to distant lands,
conquering new islands.
We are protectors of the otters
who watch us incognito
from their shady den.
These halcyon days remain
etched in my mind
with no beginning and no end
by fiocle
Gorgeous images and sounds throughout... I felt as though I was there with you!~
ReplyDeleteWhat Tracie said. This is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you both!
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