As a child I sat by a stream,
And this is where I learned to dream –
For hours I’d listen to the wind blow
The sweet sounds so soft and low . . .
Cattails swaying by the water’s edge,
As the wind danced on a rocky ledge!
And in my heart I had to say:
“God has given me a perfect day,”
To take any credit – I wouldn’t dare
As I breathed in the morning air . . .
The years have slowly faded away
As I remember those childhood days –
In my mind I can still hear that stream
Where I once sat and dreamed.
Epaphroditus© August 25, 2023
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