Do You Remember

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

Do you remember the creek you and I meandered with. . . those many years ago? Its half-forgotten end has now run dry and vanished like the ferns that used to grow along the border of the glade we two had happily discovered, claimed as ours, and even then, I guess we somehow knew that time was fleet; we picked sweet wild flowers, made friendship garlands. Sunny daffodils were blooms you liked the best. I liked the blue. And then we raced each other up small hills, lay laughing in green grass, friends ever true! Too old for running now, I spread a blanket and weave yellow rings, remembering my friend.