Rivers Edge

The swimming hole is deserted Except for an occasional Brief stop for indigenous birds on their way to the other shore. The Tarzan rope hangs from the tree Swaying slightly in the mild breeze Above the dark shallow river Where not long ago children played And their laughter resonated Loudest after each took their turn Swinging out over the water Ending with a cannonball splash; But now these sweet, wet river brats- God love them, all gone back to school.