Meandering

Meandering stream of dreams, That flows beside the old willow~ Where laughters of my childhood echo Upon the river rocks of blue and yellow. I throw a stone upon her bosom~ To see at least a tiny ripple, Instead I see lilies blossom, In the meandering stream of dreams. September 9, 2021 For “M” Contest, New Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France ‘Your choice’ Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand