The Winged Warrior Upon the Willows Course Part 1
We ran through shallow waters and we would chase the dead, Where little shadows ran backwards, hiding under rocks but in the tunnel, there were deeper things. The Crawdad that was, that is in the creek! Nearby was the great giant! With his limbs, so strong and green, standing taller, than the oak, blowing in the breeze. Towering over everything daunting, to say the least, that would be the weeping willow, growing by the water’s edge. Then there were the gallows, so ripe! Where we were, told not to play. Seeing our dad returning, there is panic in the sway, we got to get out of here! My brother slips and was hanging. I thought he might die! I could not lift him out of the death fork, so I held him up until dad arrived. Rounding the corner, he saw us, where we should not be. Removing his strap I ran in fear, leaving my brother dangling. Dad rescued my brother, from the gallows, that would be the old apple tree. Where was? Oh yes! The great towering giant, where we would swing from handfuls, of its long beard over the chasm and return safely, to the top of the hill, some could not hold on. Running and then climbing high, upon its shoulders, to see distant lands but one particular morning.
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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