Constant Vigilance

A plain but inviting bench Old with chipped black paint Yet brisk with an energy I long to caress. Dancing flowers tall and bare surrounding the old sit-place Flowing in the ever blowing wind Weeds entangled in the exquisiteness I strive to accumulate. Lush green leaves shift and then become still As the slight breath of the angels ceases to come And the bark beams up at me Through bright eyes and with never ending nerve. Downhill there is a creek, bubbling with anticipation Fish of beautiful colors are trapped beneath the surface With Elodea Canadensis crowding the bank. Across the street, children running With parents striving to reach the goals That their children can on the play area Watchfulness is the key ingredient. Constant Vigilance