Childhood Memory
As a child, I played on the banks of a stream
Snaring crawdads and fetching smooth pebbles,
While my shoes and socks became sopping wet.
Wading in the water until I’d be soaking wet
In summer I liked the coolness of the stream,
Selecting and sorting my collection of pebbles.
Smooth and quartz-like were my favorite pebbles
I would pocket them while they were still wet
Until I was through playing in the stream.
I still have pebbles I took wet from that stream.
Written November 9, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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