L Milton Hankins Poet Tritina

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

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Caren Krutsinger November 13, 2022 at 12:31 AM Crawdads and a rock collection- a fine childhood I-readily relate to. L Milton Hankins November 13, 2022 at 8:09 AM Ah, how I remember those years. Aside from having an abusive father, my childhood was filled with many good things.

Ilene Bauer November 9, 2022 at 1:53 PM what a charming memory, milton! L Milton Hankins November 9, 2022 at 3:31 PM Thanks, Ilene. Yes, I remember those experiences well.

Constance La France November 9, 2022 at 11:31 AM Milt, you must have been the sweetest and most adventurous little boy, love your poem L Milton Hankins November 9, 2022 at 12:29 PM Thank you so much, Constance. I do know I was an adventuresome lad.